“You were?” He cocked his head in surprise. Could he tell she was blushing?
“Okay, I was actually coming up to get Cap, but I figured he’d only agree to come down with me if you came along, too.” She tried to sound breezy and casual, while inside, her heartbeat thundered as hard as the rain.
“Thanks.” He stood; his features relaxed with relief. “Cap and I can throw together a makeshift bed on the floor. You’ll barely even notice us.” He combed his fingers through his wet hair, and the strands by his forehead curled into sexy tendrils.
Yeah, right. Her stomach swayed even more thanMira. She wouldn’t be able to breathe with Flynn nearby, let alone sleep. And yet, the realization didn’t stop her from blurting, “We can share the bed.”
His eyes widened, and his slack jaw conveyed all the shock she felt.
“I—I mean,” she stammered, trying to talk some sense into her traitorous hormones. Or was her heart the more likely culprit? “All three of us can share the bed. It’s a queen, so there’s plenty of room. You can sleep on top of the sheets, and Cap can sleep in between us.”
Had she lost her mind?
The boat pitched to one side, and she braced herself against the doorjamb.
Cap barked in excitement, as if he enjoyed the amusement ride.
“Don’t trust yourself, huh?” Flynn’s athletic frame followed each swell and dip of the boat, matchingMira’s movements.
She tried not to notice the way his muscles flexed with the motion. Or the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
“Not to shave your eyebrows in your sleep?” she teased, deflecting with humor. “No, I don’t. And you shouldn’t trust me, either.”
He laughed, and the rich, rumbling sound made her feel more unsteady than the shifting floor beneath her feet.
Their eyes locked, and a current of heat surged between them.
He took a step toward her, but another wave struckMira’s side, launching Sage forward. She met Flynn’s chest with a thud, and his back slammed against the wall.
Cap barked again, having a ball as Sage’s phone clattered to the floor. With the flashlight facing down, they plunged into moonlit darkness.
Flynn’s chest rose and fell beneath her fingertips, his breath deep and ragged. Her fists coiled around his damp shirt, while his hands splayed across her lower back, pressing her against him.
She inhaled sharply, not daring to breathe as their bodies moved together, in time with the rhythmic waves.
“Are you okay?” His voice finally broke through the scintillating silence, strained and raspy.
She tipped her chin until their eyes met.
His gaze glowed in the darkness, fiery and intense, his desire unmistakable.
She couldn’t look away.
“I—I don’t know,” she answered honestly, her emotions an indiscernible jumble.
He pressed harder against the small of her back, leaving no space between them. His lips were so close, she could almost taste them.
In all her life, no one had ever kissed her like Flynn Cahill. The man kissed the same way he handled a sailboat—with passion, skill, and flawless intuition.
What would he do if she lightly pressed her lips to his? Would he stop her? And more importantly, would she want him to?
Her heart hammered its answer so loudly, it muffled the pounding rain.
At that moment, she didn’t care about self-preservation.
She simply wanted to pretend. To exist in what could’ve been.
Let Future Sage deal with the fallout.
