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“Need more recovery time?” The smirk is back, along with his less-than-serious attitude, and my heart skips a beat. His attitude shouldn’t matter. Less than serious means nothing, especially when I had serious exes with serious attitudes who seriously cheated on me.

“What about you?”

“I think we’re going to follow your rules and take things slow.”

My mouth drops open in shock. “What? But you can’t do that to me.”

“My body. My rules. And the rules are that you may help me get off tonight—with your hand or your mouth—but I’m saving that pussy for another time.”

“Are you punishing me for not watching the entire game?” That has to be it because no man in his right mind would turn down sex.

“Nah. I’m a big believer in saving myself for date number five.”

Oh, dear Lord. He’s out of his mind. “You’re going to make me wait until Tuesday?”

“Abstinence will make your pussy get that much wetter for me.”

“You are such a—oooh.” Reaching up, I grab a pillow and smack him with it. He goes down, except I can’t cheer in victory because he’s pinning me to the bed. “Get off.”

“Trust me, I want to, but I’m afraid of what you’ll do to me when I’m otherwise occupied.”

A burst of laughter leaves me. “Is this what sex is going to be like? Alternating between lust and laughing?”

He wriggles his brows. “Seems to be heading that way.”

“Except for your new take-it-slow edict,” I complain. “Guess you’ll have to find other ways to be satisfied.” I want to be one of those ways he finds satisfaction, but I want to get my way first.

“Watching you come is going straight into prime position in the spank bank so that will help me find satisfaction pretty quickly.” He laughs and shakes his head. “You look fucking hot like this, wearing my jersey and showing off your bare pussy.”

Blushing and curious, I ask, “What’s in second place?”

He grins. “Watching my finger sliding in and out of you, followed by the feeling of my tongue on your swollen clit. Need me to keep listing things?”

“Ahhh, no.”

“You’re the only woman in my bank,” he says in all seriousness. I can’t keep up with his change in mood, or maybe I’m not supposed to. Maybe I should simply go with the moment. Lose control. “Have been since the first time I met you.”

“I want to complain about being your masturbation material, but I can’t. Coming from you, I know it’s as romantic as you can be.” Except he was pretty dang romantic when he literally swept me off my feet.

He cups my cheek. “I suck at true romance, but I’m willing to try, Paige.”

“I’m not asking you to change for me.”

“That’s what makes it so right.” He leans in, giving me the softest kiss imaginable. I can still taste myself, but the moment is more sweet than erotic. He pulls back a little. “I’ve already won the bet. Aiden’s pissed. The newbie’s got a mentor.”

“Really?”

He nods. “Yeah, really.”

“Is this confession supposed to make me not want to date you?”

Lowering the delicious weight of his still-clothed body on mine, he says, “It’s supposed to make you realize how much I don’t need you to date me.”

“You’re not supposed to tell a woman you don’t need her.”

When he subtly flexes his hips, his enormous erection rubs against me. “I need you all right. Need you so bad that I’m about to come from looking at you.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”





CHAPTER 16




Paige


“You want me to break my own rule?” Dallas shakes his head, his eyes dancing with humor. “I don’t know if I can. I mean, if you were my girlfriend, then yeah, I’d break it, no problem.”

“That’s what dating exclusively means, Dallas. We’re boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Yeah we are. Needed to hear you say it.” He smirks, then stands and pulls his shirt over his head.

Everything I wanted to say goes flying out the window at the sight of his upper body. The golden skin, the washboard abs, the tight stomach with the V at the hips, the broad shoulders, and sweet Lord, the happy trail that leads to his very hard and very large erection.

He grabs it, squeezing through the material of his jeans and grunting. “Let me grab some protection, and I’ll be right back.”

I watch him, my mouth still hanging open as he crosses the room and disappears inside the bathroom. His back muscles are like something out of a superhero movie. He puts the guy who plays Thor to shame.

Less than a minute later, he comes back, shaking a box of condoms at me before setting them down on the nightstand “Not trying to press my luck, but as a Boy Scout, I was told I should always be prepared.”

“That’s smart.”

“Damn, bright eyes, I didn’t think it would turn me on so much for you to praise my intellectual abilities.” He runs his hand down the center of his mostly hairless chest and bites his bottom lip, like he’s putting on a private show for me. His fingers go to his jeans, pushing them down without hesitation. His cock springs free, bobbing as it does.