A Bad Boy is Good to Find - By Jennifer Lewis Page 0,86
water and she didn’t seem to care.
“Did your Depo shot wear off yet?” His totally unromantic question made a giggle explode out of her.
“Why? You don’t want to get me pregnant now you might have an inheritance to share?”
Con laughed, his face right in hers. “Is that how rich people think?”
“You bet.” Her chest bumped against him as she chuckled. “And lucky for you I’ve still got another month left.”
“Thank God,” he murmured huskily, as he set about devouring her throat. As her fingers roamed over his back and up into his thick, wet hair, his erection thickened and hardened at her crotch. The silky water lapped at her breasts and she wriggled her hips, reveling in the sensation of the river water flowing over her sex and the delicious hardness of Con wrapped all around her.
She tightened her arms around his neck as his strong hands cupped her buttocks and he slid inside her, filling her. He buried his face in her neck for a hard love bite that made her nipples sting.
“Con, that’ll leave a bruise,” she gasped.
“I know.” He grazed her collarbone with his teeth. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.” His dark gaze roamed over her face.
Con didn’t answer her question, instead he thrust hard, and she shuddered in response, gripping him. His eyes squeezed shut, and he kissed her lips so tenderly that it made her heart constrict.
Do you take this man to be your wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forth as long as you both shall live?
Con held her so tight, his arms wrapped around her with such force she couldn’t imagine he’d ever let go.
I do.
She pulled herself even closer, wrapping her arms and pressing her cheek to his as her eyes squeezed shut. A surge of emotion threatened to choke her.
It’s just lust, she tried to tell herself, but as Con nuzzled her gently and rubbed her back, she got a sneaking feeling she was up to her neck in something a lot stickier and more complicated than lust. She wriggled as sensation built inside her. Rocked her hips against him, making waves in the water as waves of emotion rolled through her.
I love you.
She struggled not to let the words slip out. She didn’t want him to have that kind of power over her. Or if he did, she didn’t want him to know about it, unlike last time.
Why couldn’t she control her feelings for this man?
“What’s the matter?” Con’s soft voice made her realize that her sob of emotion had been audible.
“Nothing,” she lied.
She honestly didn’t know if it was love or hate or pain or tenderness or whatever, but she felt more for Con than she could express in words or thoughts.
He’d changed her, and if she wasn’t mistaken, she’d changed him too.
“Hold your breath,” he whispered.
“What?” she started to say, then she gulped air as he ducked them both below the black surface of the water.
Panic that tightened her legs around him turned to relief as they exploded up above the surface of the water again. Con’s cock danced inside her, and she gasped, water streaming over her face. Hands on her waist, he drove her to a fierce splashing climax and a scream that echoed down the bayou and out to the Gulf of Mexico.
Con’s wet hair hung to his gleaming eyes. The reflected moon danced in their black surface, vying with an expression so intense, so unreadable, that Lizzie couldn’t look away.
“Lizzie! Where are you?” Maisie’s voice pierced the viscous darkness, and the beam of a flashlight danced off a nearby tree.
“Oh, no.” Lizzie hid her face in Con’s neck.
“Don’t want cousin Maisie to catch you bare-assed in the bayou?”
“Not really.” She scanned the dark water for her clothes. Nothing.
“We can duck beneath the surface again.”
“No thanks!”
“Lizzieeeeeee!” That grating voice was getting closer. The beam bounced off the grass, illuminating Con’s white shirt. “Conroy? Where are you?”
“We’d better disengage,” whispered Con. Lizzie wiggled free of him. The water felt sensational on her aroused flesh. What did she care if Maisie saw her naked in the bayou making love to Con? She’d be jealous. You’d never catch Mr. Stick-Up-His-Ass Dwight going at it out under the stars.
“We’re here!” she called on impulse. “No cameras though, please, we’re X-rated.”
Con chuckled and Lizzie buried her face in his neck with a snort of laughter.
She hid her breasts against Con’s chest as the flashlight beam hit them dead