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“Right there,” she gasped. “Like that. Holy shit, Hudson! Fuck me. Fuck me!”
She came quickly, despite just climaxing.
Hudson gritted his teeth, his jaw locked because he refused to finish this fast. But goddamn, if she didn’t make it hard. Her pussy clenched tighter than a vise around him, making it almost painful for him to keep moving.
Paige’s upper body dropped back to the table, her strength gone. Hudson wasn’t done with her yet, so he gathered a fistful of her black hair, tugging on it until she lifted herself again. Her pussy quivered, letting him know just how much she loved it when he pulled her hair.
“God!” she cried. “Harder.”
Hudson didn’t know if she meant his fucking or hair pulling, so he gave her both.
Within a dozen more fast, pounding strokes, she was there again, and this time he was going down with her.
Her orgasm triggered his, and his balls were so tight and full, he feared they’d burst. He called out her name as he emptied himself inside her. The past few nights, he’d actually regretted the fact she was on birth control, wishing he was putting a baby inside her.
Hudson had never—and he meant NEVER—imagined himself becoming a father, but he wanted a baby with Paige so badly, it was becoming yet another obsession.
He dropped to his elbows over her, his cock still tucked inside her body. Paige was face down on the table again, gasping for air.
“Love you,” he whispered against her hair. “Love you so much.”
Paige pushed back, so he stood, helping her to rise as well. She wrapped her arms around his waist, tugging him against her. “I love you too.”
“What do you say we carry the rest of that chicken upstairs and take turns feeding each other in bed?” he suggested.
Paige giggled. “You grab the bucket, and I’ll get another bottle of wine.”
Yep.
Perfect.
Chapter Eight
Paige strolled through the downstairs of her house, aware that this was the fifth time she’d walked from room to room to room, making sure everything was perfect.
She and Hudson had put the finishing touches on the kitchen just last night, then they’d celebrated by having sex on the new ceramic tile floor. It had been hard and cold, but neither was willing to take the time to go upstairs to her bedroom.
Soon to betheirbedroom.
Since Hudson spent six nights out of seven at her house, and had more clothes in the closet and dresser here than he did at his granddad’s, they’d discussed the possibility of him making it official. Tomorrow, he was going to move in the rest of his stuff.
Which was what had prompted the kitchen-floor sex.
Ever since saying those three little words to each other four months ago, the door to so many exciting conversations had opened.
Because she wasn’t the only one with definite ideas of what she wanted her future to look like. Hudson had strong feelings about where they were headed, and she loved every single one of them.
In addition to the “living together” decision, they’d also talked a great deal about marriage and family. Not that they’d made solid plans for either. More like they just wanted to make sure they were on the same page as far as where they saw their relationship heading.
And they were.
They totally were.
Hudson confessed he’d never imagined himself getting married or having kids, but with her, he couldn’t imagine a lifewithoutthose things.
For the past decade, she’d gone to all the family gatherings either stag or with boyfriends she knew weren’t going to be around for the next special occasion.
Since Hudson, all that had changed.
