Page 63 of The Way We Win

Holding the linen sheet over my bare breasts, my eyes stay on the mug of coffee in his hand. “I still feel you inside me.”

He reaches for my chin, leaning forward as if he’ll kiss me, but I dodge. “Nooo—morning breath!”

“Allie.” He slants his eyes at me, and I take the coffee from him, quickly sipping.

“It’s all so perfect.” I shake my head as I drink more of the warm, hot beverage. “Don’t spoil it.”

He laughs, taking the mug out of my hands and setting it on the nightstand. Then he grabs my waist and hauls me onto his lap.

“Look at me.”

Pushing my hair back, I meet his playfully stern eyes, and my stomach flips. “Mm-hmm?”

I can’t truly be expected to form sentences when he’s so close and so gorgeous.

“Nothing could spoil what we shared.” He leans forward to kiss the side of my neck, right under my ear. “We’re only getting started.”

Energy flows down my back, and I reach out to hold his cheek. Then I kiss him briefly on the mouth before leaning back again.

“Still, I’d like to keep some allure.”

“You have no idea how alluring you are to me.”

Crawling off his lap, I look around for my underwear. I find my bra, but my thong is nowhere to be seen.

“What happened to my thong?” I glance up, and a sheepish grin is on his lips. “Did you steal my underwear?”

He stands, going to the dresser and opening a drawer. “Wear this.”

A light blue jersey is in his hands, and I hold it up to inspect the bright red number 18 on the back underBradford. On thefront, the wordMustangsis written in script above the number, and a small bucking horse is beside it.

I swallow the tiny squeal trying to escape my throat, clearing it away as I very calmly state the obvious. “It’s your football jersey.”

“Yep.” He walks to the bathroom, and I study his narrow waist and tight ass in those faded jeans.

My bra is on, and I pull the soft cotton over my head so fast. “I hope you don’t think you’re ever getting it back.”

He returns from the bathroom, and that dimple in his cheek deepens with his grin. “Who said I wanted it back? See if these fit.”

I take a pair of maroon cotton boxers. “Where did these come from?”

I happen to know from last night he looks very sexy in his boxer briefs.

“I think I bought them by mistake when Kimmie was a baby. I was barely sleeping in those days.”

I try to picture him as a single dad with a baby girl, doing his best to take care of her. I know from the stories he came back here soon after Danielle left, when Kimmie was still very small, and Dylan helped him with her.

“I’ll just be keeping these as well.”

“Be my guest. They’ve never been worn.”

I’m pretty sure my feet don’t touch the ground as I float beside him into the living room. My clothes are folded neatly on the back of a chair, and my shoes are beside it.

“Need these?” He holds up my glasses, and I take them, parking them on top of my head.

“Not too much. My prescription isn’t very strong.”

“I know. I checked.”

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