Four Weddings and a Swamp Boat Tour - Erin Nicholas Page 0,17

Or so everyone said.

But Paige made him feel like beating his chest and yelling, “Mine!” He wanted to take up all her time, all of her thoughts, all of her.

He was in so much fucking trouble here.

“Come for me so I can take you,” he told her.

She pinched her nipple and lifted closer to his mouth.

He stroked his fingers deep and sucked on her clit harder. His other hand ran up her thigh and over her stomach, stroking back and forth, then around to her ass, lifting her closer.

“Mitch!”

He could feel her inner muscles clamping down, and he picked up the rhythm.

“I could do this all day,” he told her honestly. “I love making you sound like that.”

She gasped, and then she was coming, her pussy milking his fingers, her thighs shaking.

“That’s my girl,” he said huskily as she came down slowly, his fingers still deep.

When she’d relaxed into the seat, he withdrew and pulled her hips to the edge of the seat.

Her eyes on him, he pushed his jeans and boxers to his knees. He stroked his cock, the pressure both a relief and a tease.

“I want,” she said simply. She pushed herself up to sitting and reached for him.

Her fingers wrapping around his shaft was enough for him to have to grip the open truck door. His fingers dug in as she stroked up and down his length.

“Not sure I’ve got the stamina for this,” he told her, his other hand going to her hair and running through the blond strands. “I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

“Just give me two minutes,” she said, her attention on his cock.

He gritted his teeth. Two minutes. Two minutes. He could do two minutes.

She turned on the seat and leaned in so she could lick his head.

“One minute,” he said, his jaw tight.

She smiled but didn’t even lift her gaze. She took him into her mouth, sliding him over her tongue, then closing her lips and sucking.

She couldn’t take him very far, but she kept her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, squeezing and stroking as she moved her head up and down.

“Paige. Baby. Darlin’,” he panted.

“It hasn’t been a minute yet,” she informed him, moving so she could run her tongue up and down his entire length.

He gripped the truck door harder and curled his fingers into her scalp. “I’m not going to make it.”

She lifted her eyes to his. “Do you want to come in my mouth, Mitch?”

Fuck. Yes. And no. He shook his head. “Need your pussy.”

“But this is so good.” She took him in her mouth again.

He groaned. Then tugged on her hair. “Pussy,” he repeated. Firmly.

She lifted her head, a sexy smile on her lips. Then she ran her tongue over her bottom lip.

He reached blindly for the glove box and the condoms he kept there.

He handed it to her. “While you’re down there.”

Her smile grew. It was full of I-love-having-power-over-you. That should probably make him nervous. Her having that power and her knowing it. But instead, it made him want to give her everything. For her to know that he was wrapped around her finger and would do anything to make her happy, to make sure she knew how incredible she was, to help her do everything she wanted to do. And that extended so far outside of the bedroom that it actually made his heart squeeze. If she wanted to go, however far away, he would let her. If that’s what she wanted and needed.

“We don’t need those, remember?” she asked.

He did remember. He definitely remembered. When they’d been together in Iowa, she’d told him she was well protected.

But there were other reasons than not wanting a pregnancy to use them, and that was up to her. “You sure?” he asked.

“So sure.”

She lay back on the seat without any urging from him, and all he could do was take her hips, bring her ass just off the edge of the seat, and then thrust.

“Oh, yes,” Her head fell back, and her eyes closed.

Mitch paused for a moment, taking a deep breath and willing his body to last at least a few minutes before blowing.

When he thought he had control again, he pulled out and thrust forward.

Her body took him as if it had been molded exactly for his cock. Her pussy gripped him, and every time he thrust deep, he hit a spot that caused an “Mmm” sound from her.

This was exactly where he wanted to be. How he wanted to be. Making