She moaned softly. “I’ve missed you touching me.”
More than anything dirty she could have said, those words caused fire to spread through him, making his gut clench and his cock swell.
“Need you, Paige,” he said gruffly. He stripped her shirt up and over her head, tossing it behind him into the truck bed.
“Yes.” She reached for her bra hooks, but his hands were already there.
The bra joined the t-shirt. He filled his hands with her breasts. He teased both nipples with his fingers, but that wasn’t enough for her apparently. She lifted onto her knees, bringing one nipple to his mouth.
“Fuck, yes.” He loved when she told and showed him exactly what she needed and wanted. He drew the stiff point into his mouth, sucking softly, then harder when her hand went to the back of his head, urging him closer.
“That makes me so hot.” Her voice was breathless.
“Same. You’re so fucking delicious,” he said, switching sides, licking and sucking and nipping.
She made another moaning sound, and then she was tugging his shirt up. “Need more.”
Mitch leaned back just enough to grab the back of his shirt between his shoulder blades and pull it off.
Paige pressed against him, her breasts rubbing over his chest, her soft, silky skin heavenly against his.
“More,” she said again.
“Front seat.” He grasped her waist and started to lift her.
“No. Here.”
“Softer seat up there and the condoms.”
“Oh.” She gave him a little smile. “Okay, but you need to put some sleeping bags and stuff back here. Soon.”
“You asking me to bring you down here regularly?” It was stupid how hot that made him. Making love to Paige along his beloved bayou wasn’t a brand, new fantasy but that she was the one suggesting it made it even better.
“Yes. Please.” She ran her hands up and down the sides of his neck. “Bring me here and fuck me among the cypress and tupelo trees, Mitch.”
His cock hardened even further, and his brain couldn’t process anything but every fucking day.
He squeezed her ass. “You might regret asking me that.”
“Never.”
“That makes me want to take you hard and over and over. You might get sore.”
She smiled. “Make me sore.”
He blew out a breath. “Damn, girl.” That was it. He scooped his hands under her ass and slid off the tailgate.
She wrapped her legs and arms around him as he carried her to the front of the truck.
“Take your pants off,” he ordered.
She immediately undid the button and zipper of her capris, wiggling on the seat to push them down.
He opened his fly to relieve the pressure of his cock against the zipper but then just watched her.
Capris and a tiny scrap of purple silk were on his truck floor a second later, and Paige Asher was sitting bare-assed naked on his seat. It was a ridiculously erotic picture.
She leaned forward, bracing her hands on the seat between her knees. “Come here, Bayou,” she said.
4
He stepped forward. She ran her hands up his sides, over his ribs to his chest.
He loved her touch, but he couldn’t keep his hands off of her. He stroked up the outsides of her thighs to her hips then brought his hands together, his thumbs rubbing over her belly and down to her mound.
“Lie back.”
She did, propping up on her elbows on the seat. He lifted one of her legs, so her heel was on the seat, the other dangling off the end. He shifted that hanging leg so she was spread open for him.
He took a ragged breath. “Damn, you are so fucking gorgeous. On my truck seat, out here in the wild.” He ran a thumb over her clit and down to the wet heat below. He circled, just teasing. Her head fell back, her long blond hair pooling on the seat behind her.
“I’m going to get hard every time I get in this truck from now on.” He circled her clit lazily with his thumb.
“Good.” The word was breathy.
“Need you to come like this,” he told her. “I need you as hot and wet and soft as I can get you because I’m going to fuck you hard and fast.”
Her stomach sucked in, and she lifted against his finger. “Yes.”
He pressed harder against her clit, rubbing with enough friction to get her climbing. Then he leaned in, replacing his thumb with his mouth as he slid his middle finger into her. She was tight and slick, and the resulting moaned, “Mitch,” made him push his jeans out of the way and fist his cock to counter some pressure.
He sucked and licked, pumping his finger deep. Her hand gripped the back of the truck seat while her other went to her breast.
The sight of her like this, spread open, her pussy offered up to him, her fingers teasing her own nipple made him growl, low and soft.
“Oh, Mitch, yes.”
And then there was the way she said his name like that. As if he was everything she wanted and needed.
At least at this moment, he was. And he intended to keep it that way for the next few minutes.
“I’ve eaten you like this in my dreams a dozen times,” he told her gruffly, stroking his finger deep and then adding a second. “I’ve made you come, calling my name right here like this.”
“I’ve thought of your dirty mouth every single night,” she said, nearly panting.
“While you got yourself off.”
“Yes.”
“Did you cry out my name, Paige? When you came on your vibrator?”
“Yes.”
That fired him up even more. That he was the one she called out to when she was coming, even when she was alone, made every possessive fiber in him rear its head.
He wasn’t typically a dominant, selfish guy. At all. He was easy-going and didn’t get worked up about much. It was his best trait. 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.”