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 and bullshitting and dancing is what really takes the time.”
“We can’t skip that stuff?” She tightened her grip and moved her fist along his shaft.
His eyes nearly crossed. “We…” He swallowed. “We’ll be missed.”
“Are you better at the drinking, the bullshitting, or the dancing?”
“Yes,” he answered, honestly and with a grin, in spite of the urge to thrust into her fist.
“Then I’ll have to be very persuasive when I try to talk you into leaving, I guess.”
Before he could answer, she sank to her knees in front of him.
“Pa—”
She licked him before he could even say her full name.
Her hot tongue against his cock forced his eyes shut, and he had to just focus on breathing for a moment. She licked his length, slowly and thoroughly, then circled his tip before sucking him into her mouth.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his hand going to her head. One hand was still on the wall, essentially holding him up, but the other held the bun on the back of her head.
She followed his urging and took him deeper.
The air around them started to fill with steam, and he groaned as she sucked and licked.
He didn’t even feel a niggle of guilt about her doing this for him when he’d barely touched her. He fully intended to repay her for every single stroke.
Paige added her hand to the action, and Mitch felt his climax building. “Darlin’,” he said gruffly.
She didn’t stop.
He tugged on her hair. “Paige. Baby.”
She let him go for only a moment. “Let me do this. Please.”
Well, damn, if wedding planning got her going, who was he to argue? He dragged in a lungful of air and eased his grip on her hair. She took him deep, stroking him with her hand at the same time. Her pace picked up as she sensed him getting closer. Mitch locked his knees, his gut tightening.
He watched her taking him, feeling the heat of her mouth, watching the sway of her tits as she moved, knowing that she wanted to do this. The lust built quickly, a hot ball gaining in intensity and pressure. Finally, she sucked again, and he let go, spilling into her throat.
She swallowed, still stroking up and down his shaft as he felt the pleasure rush over him. When she pulled back and looked up at him with a very satisfied grin, he was torn between the urge to laugh, kiss the hell out of her, and spank her.
She was clearly pretty damn proud of herself.
And she should be.
But he was going to be proud too. Very, very proud.
He bent and caught her under the arms, turning and putting her on the bathroom counter without a word.
She gasped as her ass hit the cold granite countertop.
But he immediately knelt, spread her knees, and licked her.
“Mitch!” Her hand went to his head, clutching his hair.
Damn right she was going to call his name.
She was hot and wet and ready. “Sucking my cock makes you really wet, darlin’,” he said between licks with his whole tongue.
Before she could reply to that, he sucked her clit into his mouth.
“Yes!” she cried.
He slid two fingers deep. He knew this woman’s body and loved that truth. He knew how to touch her, how to make her wiggle, and clench, and gasp, and cry out, and come. Hard.
“Mitch!”
“Louder, Paige. Fucking say it louder.” He stroked deep, sucked hard, pumped in and out of her until she called his name loud enough that Griffin would have definitely heard it in the living room if he’d been home.
Mitch hoped his roommate was home.
Paige’s pussy clenched around his fingers as she came hard and fast, and before she’d even caught her breath, he’d scooped her up, stepped into the shower, and pressed her against the tile wall.
He loved this shower. The house had been old enough that they’d needed to redo the entire bathroom when he’d moved in. Zeke and Zander had, of course, done the work with Mitch and Fletcher lending an extra four hands when needed.
The shower had a rainfall showerhead that was amazing. The enclosure had two full glass sides and two marble walls. There was also a built-in bench. It worked to hold bottles of shampoo and soap, of course. The guys had said it would work like a bench in a sauna. But Mitch was pretty sure that they’d all figured it would also be great for sex. He hadn’t used it for that. Until now. But it was a very good reason to have added that feature.
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.