Page 112 of Resurfaced Passion

“Stay with me, Paige.” He asked hoarsely against her lips, using all of his body perfectly. His scent, his skin, his warm breath and the taste of him in her mouth all worked in tandem to keep her on the edge of a climax she desperately needed.

“Okay.” She bobbed her head, arching it back in hopes he read her signals clear and that she wanted his hot mouth again, she wanted his tongue twining around hers until she was dizzy.

“Stay, Paige.” He said again and she blinked. “I want you to live with me.”

Her heart thundered again. Louder this time, clanking against the inside of her ribs because she surely heard him wrong or….

No, he wasn’t joking. The rough quality to his voice screamed genuineness.

“Move in with me.” He said a second time, just in case she hadn’t heard the first.

Oh, she’d heard all right.

Only she couldn’t get her numb lips to form words in response.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

“How can I compete?” – Paige

“Reaper?”

Anxiously, she waited for his eyes. Her nerves were matched evenly by his calm.

This was big.

Forget that, this was huge. The hugest.

And the scariest part of all to Paige? She wasn’t panicking over his question. She wasn’t thinking he was crazy. She desperately wanted to screamyes.

And that’s what was freaking her out. “What are we doing…. this… us…?”

“It’s not a spur of the minute decision, Paige. That’s what you’re thinking, yeah?”

Maybe. Usually couples talked these things through first after oh, say the second year of dating. Not after the second real date and a bunch of hanging out dates.

“I want you so badly, Paige. All the fucking time. I crave being near you, inside you, repeatedly, listening to your home improvement show obsession when they use steel appliances in the kitchens and how excited you get. I could listen to you all day. I wanna come home to you cooking and fix your shitty car and hang shit on the walls where you want it hung.” She felt her eyes fill. “I wanna go to sleep with you every night and wake up with you snoring on top of me. And when you’re sick I wanna be the one who takes care of you.”

She pulled in a breath as he came over in a slow stride and crouched down in front of her, he was so earnest in his words as he dipped his head to make sure she saw his deep-set eyes focused only on her.

The rat-a-tat of her heart was loud—so loud she pressed her fingertips over her chest.

“What does that tell you about what we are?”

“I…” she started again. “It sounds like you love me.”

“Would you believe me, if I did?”

“I..” again she fell over her words because though her heart was screaming yes, the more logic side to Paige hesitated. “It seems unreal, Reaper. It’s soon.”

I love you. I love you. I love you, Paige.She could hear him clearly, in his rich voice, the declaration reverberating around her head as if he’d always said those three magnificent words. But it was her vivid imagination filling in the gaps, her begging heart desperately wanting the words even if her brain said it was too soon.

“Then I won’t say it yet. Can I still fuck you and spoil you rotten and put you to bed every night? It’s not crazy, Paige.” He rasped, laying his forehead against hers. “This is real.See me, baby.”

A watery laugh bubbled out of her and she gripped both sides of his beautiful face.

“I must be crazy, because I want to say yes so badly.”

He didn’t let her say more, not when his mouth covered hers and his kiss was something out of a romance movie, but with a lot more tongue.

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