Four Weddings and a Swamp Boat Tour - Erin Nicholas Page 0,63
even deeper. The slippery wall wasn’t giving him enough leverage. He pivoted and somehow managed to lift a foot to kick all the bottles off the bench. Then he sat, with her straddling his lap. They both moaned as she sank down on him.
This was perfect. He was going to thank Zeke for insisting on adding the bench.
Not only did it make it easier to hold onto her, but it made it a hell of a lot easier to lean in and take a slippery, hard nipple into his mouth. He sucked and felt the tightening around his cock.
It also made Paige start moving. She lifted and lowered herself on him, taking him deep. He reached for her clit again, but her fingers were already there.
Her head thrown back, her long, wet hair falling down her back, her finger circling her clit, she looked like every fantasy he was going to have from here on out.
Mitch just leaned back and watched.
She moved faster, her moans getting louder, her breasts bouncing, and he held her hip, trying to hang on until she was there with him.
“Mitch! Yes!”
Then she clamped down, coming hard, and he thrust up, deep, four times, then gripped her body, holding her tight, filling her as the hot waves pounded through him like the streams of water from overhead.
She sagged against him, and he pressed her against his chest.
After they’d caught their breath and she’d given him a huge smile and slid off his lap, they soaped each other from head to toe. The water was starting to run colder by the time they finally climbed out wrapped in towels.
They were also both grinning like idiots.
“Well, I really like date night so far,” Paige said.
“Same. I really should have tried this dating thing before.”
She swatted his arm. “Uh, you know how you hate talking about my proposals? I kind of hate hearing about your girls too.”
He ran a towel over his hair and thought about that. “Well, mine is born purely of intense jealousy of any man ever having so much as a minute of your attention, not to mention anything like that—” He glanced at the shower. “So, if that’s how you’re feeling, we’re more on the same page than I thought.”
She looked at him with narrowed eyes and a hand on one hip.
Fucking adorable. That’s what she was.
“You want me to confess being jealous of all your previous women? And you think if I do, it means I have some kind of deeper feelings for you than friendship or wanting to fuck your brains out?”
“Um, yes, Paige, that’s exactly what I want and what I think.”
“Huh.”
“Plus, you want to hear stories about me from my family. Like cute stories about me as a kid and stuff. That means more too.” He was feeling very damn happy about that now that he thought about it more.
“I take that back.”
“No take-backs.”
“You can’t call no take-backs now.”
“I just did. I heard you say that you like me. A lot. Like you like, like me,” he teased.
“It’s the cock.” Her gaze went over him. “And the abs. And the ass.”
He grinned and tossed his towel toward the hamper, starting for the door naked. “I mean, sure. I get all of that,” he said, with plenty of attitude. “But you like me, too.”
“I’m not going to marry you, though.”
He glanced over his shoulder. “Didn’t ask.”
“Okay. Keep it that way.”
“Sure thing… darlin’.”
He went to his bedroom to get dressed, feeling pretty damn good about… everything.
He met her back in the middle of the hallway a few minutes later.
She was in shorts, but these were more reasonable than the loose ones that barely covered her ass. These were just denim shorts. With a pale green t-shirt. And white canvas tennis shoes without socks.
And he wanted to rip it all off of her and kiss her from head to toe and make her scream his name again.
He sucked in a breath. Dammit. She was going to break his heart when she left.
13
The bayou was actually quite beautiful.
She’d seen photos online. And she’d had an impression of it. From books or movies or TV, she supposed. She’d seen the trees and Spanish moss and water yesterday from the back of Mitch’s truck, but being on the bayou was different.
In among the trees, it felt different.
They were now floating in an area that dead-ended where the water was more still.
“It’s so pretty here,” she said, softly, almost not wanting to disturb the peace. “Quiet.”