Four Weddings and a Swamp Boat Tour - Erin Nicholas Page 0,62
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He kissed her deeply as she wrapped her body around him. The water coursed over them, making their bodies hot and slick, but they clung to one another, kissing with tongues stroking, moans mingling.
“You still okay without a condom?” he asked against her neck, breathing in the scent of her, released from her hot skin by the water and steam.
“Yes. Definitely.”
He’d just come in her mouth, but it wasn’t enough. He needed her body. All of her. He could go all night, he swore.
If the girl didn’t want an airboat ride, he’d keep her right here and fuck her a dozen times before sunrise.
But her wanting that airboat ride made him want her even more.
And hell, he could get her naked—at least naked enough—out on the bayou. That would be sweet. And hot.
He’d never had sex on an airboat, but he knew several of his cousins had.
Two of whom Paige was planning weddings for.
Yeah, that idea made his cock pulse, and he shifted her against the tile, then sank into her.
They moaned together.
He thrust deep and hard. She tightened around him. And with the edge taken off, they drove each other crazy for several delicious minutes.
“This is my favorite way to shower,” he told her, buried deep.
She kissed up the side of his neck. “We’ll both be late for work every morning if this is a regular thing.”
Damn, he wanted this to be a regular thing. He wanted a lot of things with her to be a regular thing.
“Good thing we both have jobs with no set hours.” He dragged his hand up and down her side, just loving the feel of her skin.
“I do. I have to be there by the time the tours start.”
He thrust again, deep and slow. “Maybe you need a new job.”
“I just got this one.”
“We need a yoga studio in this town.”
She laughed and tightened around him again. She did have really good core muscle control, something she’d teased him about—and with—in Iowa too. He loved yoga.
“But what about the tour company?” she asked.
“What tour company?” He thrust again, a little harder this time.
She made a noise that was part moan, part gasp, and he did it again, just to hear that sound. He reached between them, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her clit.
Her head fell back against the wall of the shower. “I don’t know about any tour companies. I don’t care about any other job. I can’t even remember how to do yoga,” she said, her voice breathless even as she teased. “I want my job to be having sex with you in this shower.”
“That’s illegal in Louisiana,” he said with a grin, even as he thrust again while circling her clit.
“I think it’s illegal everywhere,” she said.
“Guess you’ll have to give it to me for free.”
She tightened around him again, and he groaned.
“You’re giving me plenty in return.”
For a second, his heart stopped. He wanted that to be true. Not just sexually, though he would gladly give her anything and everything she wanted in that department over and over again. He wanted to give her everything outside of the bedroom—or shower—too.
Paige didn’t need him.
She was one of the most independent women he’d ever met. And he knew a lot of them. He’d been raised by and around strong women. None of the females he knew needed their men. They wanted them. They were with them because they chose to be, not because they needed to be.
That just made it all sweeter. Having a woman choose a man rather than need him was so much more meaningful. He wanted that with Paige. For her to stay here, to be with him, would absolutely be a choice. She wasn’t from here. She didn’t have roots here. Hell, she didn’t even have a job here. To make a life here would take effort. She’d have to meet new people, find a way to make a living, adjust to new everything from weather to traditions. If she stayed, it would be purely because she wanted to.
And if she left, it would be because she didn’t want to stay enough.
Suddenly hit by a desire to make her need something badly, he gripped her ass with one hand and picked up his pace.
“Mitch,” she gasped.
With his thumb rubbing her clit, he pumped into her. “Just giving you plenty,” he said, his voice gruff.
She gripped his shoulders. “Thank you,” she started to tease. “Oh!” she cried as he hit a deep spot.