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“All of those things are still true,” he continued. “And the only thing I want you thinking about right now is what a ‘win’ tonight has been—because it’s been the motherfucking win of all wins. Focus on the win, not the loss.”
Chapter 34
When David woke up the next morning, it was to find that he and Paige were still curled up together, and still very naked. He’d held and comforted her for almost an hour last night before she’d finally fallen asleep, and then he’d lain there, too jacked up from the best sex of his life.
Bar none.
He kept replaying the moment when she’d covered his fingers with hers and they’d both brought her to an explosive orgasm. She hadn’t been exaggerating when she’d said it was perfection. It had been, and now that they’d experienced it, nothing short of experiencing it for the rest of their lives was going to be good enough—for either of them. He just had to make Paige want it and need it as much as he did, which he believed he could do, then get her to give in to it.
The only thing that gave him pause and made him question his chances for success, was Jacob. If Paige was going to resist anything, it was going to be the little boy, and David’s biggest challenge might be figuring out how to overcome that.
He just needed a little bit of time to solidify their newly erected foundation. A month of amazing sex—maybe two to make sure—and then he figured he and Paige could have a serious discussion about their future.
Just then, Paige stirred and stretched, and from his vantage point behind her, he was able to see her breasts rise, which made him rise.
“What time is it?” she asked, noting her bedroom was light, but not too light.
“I don’t know.”
She reached over to check the time on her phone. It was a little after 8 a.m., and since she didn’t have to be at work until 4 p.m., she tossed her phone back on her nightstand and promptly quit giving a shit what time it was.
“How are you feeling?” he wanted to know, as she settled back against him.
“I’m okay,” she replied, knowing he was inquiring about her mental state following the mini-meltdown the night before, and not her physical well-being.
“Just okay?”
“I’m good, actually.”
He turned her head so that he could see her face. She appeared to be telling the truth, but he wanted to make sure. “Really? You look like you’re thinking deep thoughts.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say they’re deep, but I am thinking about jumping your bones right now.”
That perked him right up, and also relieved the hell out of him. “Why don’t you quit thinking about it and do it? I’m willing to have my bones jumped.”
Paige pushed the covers aside and started to get out of bed.
“Um, where are you going?” he asked. “My bones are this way.”
“To brush my teeth. I have morning breath.”
As if he cared about that. “So do I. Which means we cancel each other out.”
“Yeah, no.” She started to get up again. “That’s not really what it means.”
He pulled her back. “How about if I jump your bones, instead? From behind … so there’s no morning breath issue.”
She could see absolutely no downside to that suggestion. “You’re on.”
This time, he had her laying mostly flat on the bed, with a pillow underneath her stomach, raising her just enough so there was room for her hand to get where it needed to be. Then, he moved one of her legs up and to the side and settled in, gaining entry with ease. He found that he liked this modified position very much—being able to blanket her body with his, even if it was from the back, made it more intimate.
It also made it … sweatier. By the time they had both finished, with Paige coming just before David again, their connective body parts were fairly slick and hot, and they were both breathing hard.
“So, that happened again,” she murmured into the mattress.
“Yes, it did. And we’re going to try and make that happen in as many positions as possible.”
She turned her head and blinked at him, still suspended in her post-coitus haze. “We are?”
