A Bad Boy is Good to Find(56)

“No kidding!”

Lizzie stumbled over her sandal and he steadied her, then drew her in for a quick, hard kiss on the mouth that made her belly quiver.

Breathless, not knowing whether to gasp or laugh, Lizzie did both. Con unbuttoned his shirt and stripped it off, then unbuckled his belt.

“What are you doing?”

“Going in for a swim. Get undressed.”

“What?” She glanced to her right and saw the sinuous movement of reflected moonlight on the black surface of the bayou.

“In there?”

“Where else?” Con kicked off his shoes and shucked off his pants. Moonlight glazed his face and shoulders as he grabbed her around the waist and kissed her again. She felt his erection hard against her belly, through her thin shirt.

“Get undressed,” he growled, tugging at the waistband of her shorts. Suddenly he pushed up her shirt and closed his mouth over her bra-covered nipple with force, lashing it with his tongue through the satin fabric as his hands settled on her waist.

She gripped his hair with her hands, explosive laughter and fierce arousal surging inside her. Con’s tongue on her breasts was driving her half wild.

But not wild enough to get into a muddy black river slithering with all kinds of creepy creatures.

“There’s no way I’m going in there!” she rasped, hardly able to catch her breath.

“Oh, yeah?” In one deft movement he swept her off her feet—which didn’t feel nearly as romantic as it sounded—and slung her against his hard chest.

“There could be alligators, snakes, anything!”

Con chuckled. He swiped a bite at her neck, grazing it with his teeth. “Snap snap.”

“Con, please, agggghhhhh!” she screamed as he charged right into the bayou with her held firm in his arms. Water splashed her face and closed over her legs as she clung to him, shrieking.

“Shhh, they’ll think I’m drowning you.” Con’s hot dark voice and the warm dark water swirled around her. “Feels good, huh?”

“It is cooler than the air.” She tried to sound calm. Her arms were around his neck in a noose hold. “Don’t put me down. I don’t want my feet on the bottom.”

“No prob. I’ll just hold you. I’m enjoying the view.”

She glanced down at her chest where her shirt was bunched up to reveal breasts lifted and separated by her now totally transparent bra.

“My clothes are all wet.”

“You’re a keen observer.” The low vibration of his voice shivered into her ear. “Now all we need to do is get ’em off.”

“No way, what if someone—” She shrieked as her shorts and panties slid down her legs with one silky movement of his hand under the water. She reached out to grab them as they floated, separately, to the surface a couple of feet away.

“Con, they’re drifting. They’ll get lost!” She kicked against him, splashing.

“They’ll give someone downriver a nice surprise.” His gator grin gleamed in the moonlight. She gasped as her bra came unhooked. “You’ll have to loosen your arms so I can get it off.”

“No way!”

He focused on the little buttons of her blouse, undoing them in the darkness with skill. “Come on, wrap your legs around me, like this.” He maneuvered her thighs into position around his hips, so his erection teased her bare crotch. Moonlight glazed his striking features and the smile playing across his sensual mouth. “You look like a river goddess with your hair trailing out behind you.” He kissed her lips with gentle intensity that stole her breath and made her heart throb. Suddenly her top and bra were floating away on the quicksilver surface of the water and she didn’t seem to care.

“Did your Depo shot wear off yet?” His totally unromantic question made a giggle explode out of her.

“Why? You don’t want to get me pregnant now you might have an inheritance to share?”

Con laughed, his face right in hers. “Is that how rich people think?”

“You bet.” Her chest bumped against him as she chuckled. “And lucky for you I’ve still got another month left.”

“Thank God,” he murmured huskily, as he set about devouring her throat. As her fingers roamed over his back and up into his thick, wet hair, his erection thickened and hardened at her crotch. The silky water lapped at her breasts and she wriggled her hips, reveling in the sensation of the river water flowing over her sex and the delicious hardness of Con wrapped all around her.

She tightened her arms around his neck as his strong hands cupped her buttocks and he slid inside her, filling her. He buried his face in her neck for a hard love bite that made her nipples sting.

“Con, that’ll leave a bruise,” she gasped.

“I know.” He grazed her collarbone with his teeth. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.” His dark gaze roamed over her face.

“They already know. We’re getting married, remember?”

Con didn’t answer her question, instead he thrust hard, and she shuddered in response, gripping him. His eyes squeezed shut, and he kissed her lips so tenderly that it made her heart constrict.

Do you take this man to be your wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forth as long as you both shall live?

Con held her so tight, his arms wrapped around her with such force she couldn’t imagine he’d ever let go.

I do.

She pulled herself even closer, wrapping her arms and pressing her cheek to his as her eyes squeezed shut. A surge of emotion threatened to choke her.

It’s just lust, she tried to tell herself, but as Con nuzzled her gently and rubbed her back, she got a sneaking feeling she was up to her neck in something a lot stickier and more complicated than lust. She wriggled as sensation built inside her. Rocked her hips against him, making waves in the water as waves of emotion rolled through her.

I love you.

She struggled not to let the words slip out. She didn’t want him to have that kind of power over her. Or if he did, she didn’t want him to know about it, unlike last time.

Why couldn’t she control her feelings for this man?

“What’s the matter?” Con’s soft voice made her realize that her sob of emotion had been audible.

“Nothing,” she lied.

She honestly didn’t know if it was love or hate or pain or tenderness or whatever, but she felt more for Con than she could express in words or thoughts.

He’d changed her, and if she wasn’t mistaken, she’d changed him too.

“Hold your breath,” he whispered.

“What?” she started to say, then she gulped air as he ducked them both below the black surface of the water.

Panic that tightened her legs around him turned to relief as they exploded up above the surface of the water again. Con’s cock danced inside her, and she gasped, water streaming over her face. Hands on her waist, he drove her to a fierce splashing climax and a scream that echoed down the bayou and out to the Gulf of Mexico.

Con’s wet hair hung to his gleaming eyes. The reflected moon danced in their black surface, vying with an expression so intense, so unreadable, that Lizzie couldn’t look away.