Stealing Hearts (Wild at Heart #1)(27)

Her eyes widen. “She didn’t.”

“Oh, yeah, she did. There’s nothing more embarrassing than needing to take your kids to the doctor to get a paternity test.”

She reaches across the table and grabs my hand. “Amber’s an idiot. This is her loss. Most of the women in this town would give their left tit to be with you.”

I bark out a laugh, and my eyes immediately drop to her chest. “Only the left one?”

Paige balls up her napkin and throws it in my face. “Shut up.” But then she gets a playful expression on her face. “You’ve seen me naked.”

“Both tits too. Not just the left one.”

She snorts. “That’s not really fair, is it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’ve seen me naked, but I haven’t seen you in the buff. So now you have the upper hand.” She nibbles on the corner of her lip. “To make things equal, I should get to see you naked too.”

Leaning back in my chair, I cross my arms over my chest. “Really?” I smirk. “Think you can handle it?”

She also crosses her arms. “You have no idea what I can handle, Rhett Walker.”

Paige is a bona fide flirt. I kinda love it. “So… what? Like right here?”

“Be my guest.” Paige holds out her hand. “Unless you’re chicken.”

I chuckle, unable to resist her challenge. “All right. Fair is fair.” I stand, reach behind my neck, and scoop off my t-shirt. “Brace yourself. It’s big.”

She laughs. “Humble, aren’t you?”

“Not really.” I unbuckle my belt, flip open the button on my jeans, and hook my thumbs in the waistband of my boxer briefs. “You ready?”

“Scoot back. You’re too close. I’m not gonna know where to look first.”

“Oh, you’ll know.” She flushes, and I laugh. I’m mesmerized by her bright blue eyes. By the rosiness in her cheeks. By the way she’s looking at me right now.

I’m playing with fire, but I’m so fucking tired of being responsible all the damn time, a part of me relishes letting loose.

I take a few steps back into the living room. Before I overthink this, I pull down my clothes and let her stare.

Yeah, I’m hard.

My cock gives her a full salute and springs up to my stomach.

Her eyes widen as she takes me in. “Is it difficult to walk with that rocket launcher in your pants?”

I chuckle and pull up my jeans. “It’s only tough when my dick redirects the tides.” Takes me a second to tuck myself away.

She laughs, and I join her back at the table. “Now we’re even,” she says, her voice husky.

I clear my throat. “Guess we don’t need to be weird about nudity then.”

“Nope. I’ve seen your goods, and you’ve seen mine.” She takes another bite of her omelet. “Oh, Baylee said we need to take some pics while we’re here.”

“Just point me where you want me.” That flush in her cheeks returns, and I smirk. “Why, Paige Lewis, is your mind in the gutter? Are you horny?”

She tuts. “It’s Mrs. Paige Walker, thank you very much.” Jesus, that sounds good. “It’s nothing I can’t handle. I brought my vibrator. I’ll just rub one out later.”

I choke on some bacon.

Maybe seeing each other naked was a bad idea.





12





PAIGE




After we play a few rounds of Uno, we decide to switch things up.

“Wanna play chess?” Rhett asks as he studies the games tucked into the small bookcase.

“Sure, but I’m probably a little rusty. It’s been a while.”

He gives me a sad smile. “Your brother always kicked my ass at this game.”

“Same.” Danny taught me how to play during those long hospital nights.

We sit in companionable silence as we take turns. I finally get Rhett cornered. “Checkmate.”

“What the fuck? No.” He studies the board, then looks at me. “I don’t think I’ve ever been whooped this fast before, not even by Danny.”

I smile. “He taught me well, I guess.”

When I realized we didn’t have a TV set, I was worried about how we’d spend the weekend. My ex, Marcus, couldn’t deal if he had to unplug from his PlayStation that long, but Rhett just rolls with it.

When he gets up off the couch to grab us drinks, I shamelessly ogle him. Clothes don’t do him justice because his body is a work of freaking art. My breath catches in my chest as I remember him tugging off every stitch of clothing.

If all I get out of this marriage are those thirty seconds of Rhett stark naked, it was one hundred percent worth it.

He’s freaking huge. Everywhere.

A minute later he returns with two glasses of champagne and some strawberries. I give him a look, and he shrugs. “Seems a shame to let this go to waste.” He holds out his glass. “Here’s to being married to a fine woman.”

I smile and clink his glass with mine. “And here’s to being married to a fine man.” After I take a sip, I chuckle. “I didn’t even have to give up my left tit.”