** Remy’s POV **

Paige settles over my lap as if she was made for it, her thighs spread over mine, her weight sinking down slowly until I can feel every warm line of her body pressed against me. My hands hover at her hips for a moment, not touching yet, because the second I touch her, I know I won’t be able to stop.

Her fingers slide over my shoulders gently, sending a shiver running down my spine. “Remy,” she breathes, and that alone nearly undoes me.

I grip her waist finally, ...