“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 this woman open up and feel good and love being with him.
If it was only sex for now, so be it. He’d make everything else about her stay on the bayou as amazing as he could too.
He gripped her hips. “What do you want, Paige?”
“More. Harder.”
Well, that he could absolutely do. He picked up the pace, thrusting faster and deeper.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” She gasped and moaned.
That was exactly what he was going for. He took her ass in his hands, changing the angle and drove deeper.
“Oh, yes,” was her response to that.
Then she nearly killed him. She reached for her clit, rubbing and circling as he fucked her harder.
“Baby, yes. Make yourself come on my cock,” he told her roughly, gripping her ass tighter.
Her circles got faster, and he felt the result on his shaft. He pumped deep, fast, the sounds of skin on skin and her moaning and his harsh breathing combining with the calls of the bayou birds and the singing of the insects.
This was fucking perfect.
A moment later, she was there, crying out his name, her body clamping down on his, her neck arching.
He let go then, plunging deep, letting his orgasm claim him.
He groaned her name, his body shuddering as he came.
Her legs tightened, around his hips, as if wanting to hold him still, right there, wanting everything he was giving her.
He slumped forward, bracing his hands on the truck seat on either side of her. Her legs around him, held him in place, as the waves of pleasure slowly faded, and his breathing started to even out.
He was sweating, but his body felt more relaxed than it had in…since he’d last been spent from sex with Paige.
“You okay?” he asked her.
Her eyes were still shut. One arm rested over her chest, and the other hung off the seat.
Her lips curved into a smile, but she didn’t open her eyes. “I’m so damned good, I never want to move.”
That sent a shot of satisfaction through him that was surprising in its intensity.
It was sex. He’d made lots of women feel that way.
But there was something about giving Paige the I-want-to-stay-like-this-forever feeling of pleasure that meant a hell of a lot more.
Maybe because she was difficult. She was anti-staying anywhere for long at the moment. She was here for a short-term fling and getaway. She’d either head back to Iowa or out to Colorado when she was done here.
He wasn’t sure what “done” looked like exactly. She’d told him a week ago that she was saving money to live in Colorado for a year. Maybe that’s what would determine how long she was here. He’d offered her a free place to stay and a job if she came to Louisiana.
Or maybe she was using Josh and Tori’s wedding as her timeline. That was three weeks away. There would be a lot of fun preparations and celebrations leading up to that.
Of course, that would all involve his whole family, which was probably the last thing that would convince her to stay.
He finally pulled back. While he got rezipped and buttoned, Paige reached for her pants and panties. Mitch went to the truck bed to grab their shirts and her bra.
When they were both fully dressed, he leaned back in, bracing his hands on the seat again, caging her in. He kissed her long and slow. Her hands ran up his shoulders, then to the back of his head, as if wanting to hold him in place.
Yeah, he’d love for her to want more of this. All of this. Often.
Forever.
He lifted his head. “You wanna sit in back some more?”
She nodded. “We should talk.”
He shifted back. He wasn’t so sure he wanted to talk. For fear of the things she’d say. Like reminding him that she wasn’t staying, no matter how good the sex was.
With a deep breath, he stepped back and held out his hand. She looked relieved when she took it and let him tug her forward and then sweep her up to carry her to the truck bed again.
He climbed up beside her and was surprised, but pleased, when she scooted close and draped one leg over his thigh. He settled his hand on her knee.
“Okay, tell me what you need.”
She met his eyes. “Really?”
“Why the surprise?”
“I don’t remember the last time someone asked what I need. Other than you asking me what I’d like you to do to me.” Her smile was mischievous and sexy.
He couldn’t resist leaning in and giving her a quick kiss. “Really,” he said against her lips. “Tell me what you need while you’re here in Louisiana.”