“Which part?” she asked.

“All of it.”

“You wouldn’t like it?”

“Absolutely not.”

Her expression was I knew it. “But I shouldn’t have to explain that. We would be seeing each other, what? Twice a year? Maybe?”

He nodded. “You shouldn’t have to explain that.”

“So it would be better to just not think this was anything more than a hookup while you’re in town with Tori.” She actually sounded a little sad about that.

Which made sense to him. He definitely felt a little sad about it. Which was really dumb. What had he thought this could possibly be?

“We should really get on with this hookup thing, then,” he said, reaching for her and catching the front of her sweatshirt in his fingers and pulling her up from the back of the couch.

She went willingly, and he whipped her shirt over her head before bringing her in to kiss her. She slipped her hands under the edge of his t-shirt, running her hands up his sides and making his skin heat instantly. She traced her fingertips over the ridges of his abs, sliding up to his chest and then his shoulders, gripping them and using them for leverage to arch closer.

Mitch let her go long enough to jerk his shirt over his head, then lifted her against him, feeling her breasts pressing into his chest.

Her arms went around his neck, molding her to his body as he gripped her ass and walked them to the breakfast bar that separated the living room from the kitchen. He set her on the edge of the counter and pulled his mouth away to kiss down to the breast he’d left wet and needy when her sister had knocked.

He sucked and licked, making her wiggle against him. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. Her pants and gasps heightening his own need.

He tucked his fingers into the top of her yoga pants and started to slide them down.

“Lift up, sweetheart.”

She did, immediately—he really did love how compliant she was to his commands during sex—and he slid the pants down her legs.

She didn’t wear panties with her yoga pants.

He paused, studying her completely nude body.

“Panties ride up and pinch,” she said as explanation.

“I’m a huge fan of yoga, if I haven’t mentioned that before,” he said.

She smirked. Then spread her legs farther. “Because of yoga, I have fantastic core control. Which includes my pelvic floor,” she informed him.

“That might be the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” he told her, stepping between her knees.

She laughed. “That’s maybe a little sad.”

He cupped her ass—he really loved her ass—and dragged his beard against her jaw. “Well, maybe I should explain that what I heard you say was Mitch, I can grip your cock and milk it with my pussy to the point it will make your eyes cross, and you might not be able to walk afterward.”

He felt her throat work as she swallowed hard. “Well, when you put it that way…”

He chuckled, kissing her neck, then biting down gently on the spot where it curved into her shoulder. “I mean, you can grip me like a fist with that sweet pussy, right, Paige?”

“Oh… yeah,” she said, breathlessly.

“Show me.” He moved his hand down along her thigh, then shifted his hips so he could move his hand to cup her, sliding his middle finger over her clit.

She moaned and tipped her head back, moving her thighs even wider.

She was so sexy. So open. Not just literally opening her legs, but in this, at least, she was willing to be vulnerable. She wasn’t trying to cover any part of her body or hide anything. She was bare naked on her kitchen counter with daylight spilling in through the big window across the room.

Of course, she had nothing to worry about. She was gorgeous. Tight and trim, with lots of smooth, sweet skin and curves in all the right places.

He circled her clit, loving the way she tried to get even closer to his touch. She braced one hand on the counter behind her, using it to lift and press closer. He lifted his head to watch her face as he teased her. She was so responsive. Hungry and greedy and yet had been so willing to please him in every way last time they’d been together as well.

Watching her, he moved his hand so his thumb continued to rub that sweet spot as his thick middle finger slid into her.

His knees nearly buckled. As if she were touching him. Her pussy was tight and so fucking hot. Wet. Sweet. She did, indeed, grip his finger as he pressed inside.

Her throaty yes made his cock ache and he pumped his finger deeper.

“Oh God, Mitch.”

He added a second finger. “Show me that amazing core, girl,” he told her.

Her head was back and her eyes closed, but she smiled at that. Then tightened her inner muscles around his finger.

Damn. His cock was screaming mine. He wanted to plunge deep and hard. Then he wanted to fuck her slow and steady. He wanted to feel all of that sweet heat gripping and clenching around him.

Just then there was a knock at the door.

They both stiffened in shock.

No. No. Not now. They couldn’t just leave her the hell alone?

Her thighs instinctively started to close. Not that they could with him standing between them.

He put his mouth to her ear. “You’re not going anywhere.”

His finger was still buried inside her. He moved it in and out to remind her.

“But…”

“Shh…” he coached softly. “I can’t let you go, sweetheart. I can’t leave this sweet body like this. I need to feel you come apart.”

Her pussy tightened around his finger. Yeah, she wanted this too.

There was another knock.

Her body stiffened but he stroked her—her back… and her pussy. “Ignore them. Concentrate on me.”

Wow. That sounded pretty damned great. Certainly at this moment, but just in general. Maybe she just needed someone who could make her not think about them and their seemingly constant demands and “worry” that she was doing things wrong.

He kept his mouth against her ear. “I love your body. I could lose myself in you for days.” He moved his fingers as he talked, feeling her body relax and soften around his fingers and against him.

He thought he heard another knock, then he heard, “Paige!”

“I want to make you come like this,” he said in her ear, circling her clit. He bent to take a nipple in is mouth, sucking hard as he pumped his fingers in and out. Then he said, “Then I want to turn you around, bend you over this counter, and fuck you from behind.”

“Yes, I want that,” she said, her pussy tightening.

Okay, good, she was with him.

He put his mouth on hers. “But you have to stay quiet,” he told her. “Can you come quietly?” he asked, kissing her before letting her answer.

“I don’t know,” she said, teasing back, even though her voice was ragged.

“Let’s try it. I don’t mind if the world hears me make you come apart,” he confessed.

“You can’t let up on me a little? So I don’t scream?”

He loved that she was teasing him even as she was on the brink of an orgasm.

“I can’t let up on you,” he said, shaking his head and looking into her eyes. “I need you dreaming about me when I’m not here.”