Her smile actually made my knees weak, and I had to take a step to make sure I didn’t tip over the edge of the boat.
Chewing on the corner of her mouth, Maebh finally said, “Alright. Let’s take a picture with Bob.”
“Bob?”
“He looks like a Bob.”
Laughing, I drew her into my arms and looked into those beautiful eyes. They’d visited my dreams from the first moment she ran into me at my bar.
“I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you before.”
Her eyes lit up. “Is that a good thing?”
“A very good thing,” I whispered, covering my mouth over hers. Maebh wrapped her arms around my neck and I lifted her off the ground, causing her to let out a little moan that shot straight to my dick.
My heart hammered in my chest as our tongues danced around each other. She tasted like mint, and I wanted more. So much more.
I slowly set her down, and we broke the connection. “I love kissing you,” I said against her mouth.
“You leave me dizzy with your kisses, Cord Parker.”
I smiled. “Good. That means you’ll come back for more.”
Our eyes met, and I saw the same hunger in hers that I knew were in mine.
Slow. Go slow, Cord. This is all new.
“Let’s get that picture.”
Maebh nodded, and I was stunned to see her lean into the well and ask how to take the fish out. After I told her how to hold it, I got my phone ready and quickly took a few pictures.
“He’s so heavy!” Maebh said as she leaned over the boat and let Bob slide out of her hands and back into the lake. “There he goes!” she said, clapping while she jumped. My eyes landed on her breasts, and I had to fight the urge to push my hands under her tank top and cup them.
Spinning back to face me, Maebh declared that this had been one of the best experiences of her life. I wanted to tell her I felt the same way. But I didn’t, I simply smiled at her.
“I think I love fishing!” she exclaimed, her accent thick and heavy in her excitement.
Laughing, I cast my line back out, then put my pole in the rod holder before sitting down on the chair and taking in the lake. I loved it out here. This boat was one of two my father owned. This one was used more for fishing and tooling around the lake. His other boat was stored at the coast, a yacht. Trevor and I both said we were going to take it around the world when we were in college. I’m pretty sure my father would have let me if it had meant not opening Cord’s Place and coming to work on the ranch, but that bar was my dream and one I would never regret.
“You say that because you just caught an impressive fish. Sit here for hours with no bite at all and tell me if you feel the same way.”
Maebh smiled, then looked at a boat passing us by.
“What type of boat is that?”
I turned to look. “A bass boat. See how they can stand on either side and fish. This is a fishing boat, but you can seat six people on it.”
She looked back at me as I adjusted my ball cap on my head. Her eyes darkened, and I wanted to know what she was thinking. It didn’t take me long to figure out when she sat down on me, straddling me so that her core was against my quickly hardening cock.
“Maebh,” I groaned while she took my hat off and laced her fingers in my hair.
“Is this alright?” she asked, moving her lips over my neck and to my ear.
My hands grabbed her hips, and I pulled her into me, letting her feel just how alright it really was. I fucking loved her confidence and how she wasn’t afraid to let me know what she wanted.
Maebh searched my face while digging her teeth into her lip and wrinkling up that cute nose.
Hottest fucking thing ever. She was so damn adorable it was turning me on even more.
“I want to kiss you, Cord.”
Smiling, I cupped her face and replied, “Then kiss me, arga.”
Her eyes closed, and she pressed her lips to mine. My hands slid under her tank top, and Maebh jumped. When I stopped, she pulled back and panted. “Don’t stop touching me. Please.”
I brought my hand around to her front, brushing my knuckles against her flat, toned stomach. When I rubbed my thumb over the lace of her bra and made her nipple pebble up, she grinded against my cock, making me moan while her hands tugged harder at my hair.
Christ, she responded to me like no woman had ever before. Or maybe I was only noticing how this particular woman responded to me…and how I responded to her.