Paige understands how vital my pro bono work is.
She understands me.
And I want to understand her. I want to spend less time focused on work and more time learning everything I can about who she is and what she wants.
It takes me a second to realize I already know what she wants—to travel.
She has a plan. Hoping she gets pregnant is the same as asking her to give up her dreams the way my ex demanded I give up mine. I can’t do that to her.
I’m an asshole for wanting her pregnant.
But I’m too selfish to stop.
I slide into her slick heat, her arousal allowing me to bury myself deep inside her without any resistance. Pressing my forehead to hers, I lie on her until every part of our bodies touch. Cupping her cheeks, I drive into her in slow, steady thrusts, her glassy eyes never leaving mine.
Does she feel it, too, the searing intensity raging deep inside? This thing between us is so much more than we anticipated, and it’s about to end.
She shudders and trembles beneath my touch, arching and moaning, sobbing in relief and begging for more.
I want to give her more.
I want to give her everything.
CHAPTER 9
Paige
Gentle kisses on my neck blur the line between dreams and waking. This must be a dream because I’m in Parker’s bed, full of that delicious ache that only comes from a night of fantasies turning into reality.
Last night was something I didn’t want to wake up from.
He draws a lazy circle on my shoulder, then trails his finger down lower to the top of my breast.
I roll onto my back and meet his eyes.
His brow is smooth, and his eyes are a clear, bright blue as his lips curl. It’s the first genuine smile he’s given me.
I let out a soft laugh and press a fingertip to his crinkle-free forehead. “I finally did it.”
“Did what?”
“Cracked the scowl.” I stroke between his brows, where they usually pull together,
“Was that your plan?”
“Yep.” I trail my finger down his nose to the indent above his top lip.
He cups my cheek, lowers his mouth to mine, and kisses me. It’s wet and hot and makes me want to lose myself, but it’s Friday morning.
I touch the hand on my cheek and pull away, breaking the kiss.
He presses his forehead to mine and sucks in a few steadying breaths. “Do you need to pack?”
Just the reminder that I am leaving makes my stomach turn. I shake my head. “My life fits into two suitcases. I’m always packed.”
A pang of longing hits me. It’s the first time in a long time that I wish my life weren’t so temporary.
Parker’s brow pulls together slightly, and he looks like he is about to say something. Instead he shifts his hips, rubs the tip of his cock between my wet lips, and slides inside, perfectly fitting us together. “Then why did you stop kissing me?”
