to him when she needed a place to go. He couldn’t let go of that.
And his family hadn’t scared her off. Yet.
She hadn’t had a full dose, but she was already ass-deep in wedding plans, and if that didn’t do it, there was a decent chance she’d stick around.
He reached for her tank top, stripping it up and over her head.
She hadn’t put a bra on when she’d changed clothes.
They might have to talk about her going braless and wearing these cock-hardening clothes with Griffin sharing the house. At some point. Right now, Mitch needed to get his hands on his favorite pair of breasts in the world.
He stepped close, backing her up against the wall between the towel rack and the shower. He cupped her breasts, and her head fell back against the wall.
“You make me feel so good.” Her hands covered his as he kneaded and teased the hard tips.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
“Me too.” Her eyes met his, and she reached out, running her hands over his body too. “But not just the sex.”
He crowded closer, sandwiching their hands between their bodies. “What else?”
“Your life. The people in your life. How the people I hung out with today are a part of your every day. A part of who you are. They know things about you, have stories about you that I don’t know… but I want to.”
Mitch’s heart slammed hard against his ribs. He ran his hands down her sides to her hips. “I’m sure they’ll tell you.” He tried to keep his tone light.
She smiled. “I’m sure they will. And I want to hear them.”
He wasn’t sure what to do with that. What to say or think or how to feel.
But this felt like something. Like she was realizing this was something.
“I want to hear stories about you too,” he said. He meant that with all his heart. He wanted to know everything about her. “Even the stories about Garrett.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I mean, I hate him. I will probably always hate him.” He said it with a teasing tone. But seriously, the guy had almost gotten Paige down the aisle. Mitch did not like him. Even if that was completely irrational. “But he’s a part of your story. He’s part of who you are right now, and I really fucking like who you are, and I’d like to know all the things that made you.”
Something flickered in her eyes, and her lips opened, almost as if she was surprised or touched. Then she nodded. “Okay. Let’s tell some stories. On the boat. But right now…” She ran her hands down his abs to the button on his jeans. “I’m feeling pretty dirty too.”
Lust licked along his nerve endings. He liked her. He wanted her stories. He wanted her. He fucking loved that she wanted to help with the weddings. He had definitely not been expecting that.
But right now? He needed her naked and wrapped around him and gasping his name.
Maybe even screaming it.
He felt the button and zipper on his jeans open as he reached over and locked the bathroom door. Then he pivoted and leaned to turn on the water in the shower as Paige pushed her shorts to the floor.
He froze as he took in the fact that she hadn’t put panties on either.
“You can’t walk around the house like this when Griffin is here,” he said, running a hand up the outside of her thigh.
“He said he was going to be late tonight,” she said. “I wouldn’t have otherwise.”
“You were going to sit on the couch with me like this?” he asked, taking in every inch of her body.
“Yep.”
“We were never going to make it through a whole movie.”
“That’s what I figured.”
He shook his head with a half-grin. “You gotta keep your clothes on at the crawfish boil on Friday, girl.”
“Well, just while we’re with other people, right?” she asked, reaching for his jeans and pushing them down his legs.
He kicked them off as she slid her hand into his boxers, taking his already aching cock in hand.
Mitch braced a hand on the wall over her head as his knees got a little weak from the rush of pleasure. This woman touching him was the best thing he’d ever felt.
“Yeah. Just while we’re with other people. And that won’t be long, I have a feeling.”
She smiled up at him as she stroked him. “And I won’t be eating any crawfish so it will be a short dinner for me.”
“Well, the drinking