My brain goes straight to how wet she’d be, how tight, her body trembling with that same eager, nervous energy, slick and ready for me to shove those bikini bottoms aside and sink into her.
A growl scrapes up from my chest, my hands flexing at my sides because if I touch her now, I’m done for. “Fuck… you’re so sweet,” I rasp, “so goddamn pretty.”
She rises onto her toes and kisses me again, bolder this time.
I fist her ponytail, not sure if I mean to drag her closer or push her away, but my tongue is already sliding into her mouth again, and I’m kissing her with far too much force and need.
The boat sways under us, knocking me back against the cabin wall with a thud.
She follows, flush against me.
Her nipples scrape across my chest through that damp scrap of bikini, tight little peaks that send a hot pulse straight to my aching cock.
And her stomach—fuck—it presses right into the thick, throbbing length of me, hard and desperate beneath my shorts like it’s already buried deep inside her.
I tear my mouth from hers and slam the back of my head against the wall, dragging restraint out of thin air.
But she doesn’t move.
She stays pressed against me, looking up at me with wide, guileless eyes and parted lips, like I’m the thing she’s been dreaming about in the dark.
I could move her. Push her back to a safe distance.
Ishouldmove her.
I don’t.
Her hands skim down my chest, fingers brushing lower until they meet the ridges of my abdomen. She trails along each muscle, dragging her fingertips over the tense lines like she’sworshippingthem.
My abs lock under her touch, a groan tearing out of me.
Her hand drifts lower.
Lower.
Trembling now, it hovers just above the waistband of my shorts. One fucking inch from disaster.
My brain is barking orders.Move her hand. Stop this. She’s younger. Jake’s sister.
My cock couldn’t care less.
I just stand there. Useless. Caged in my own body, cock straining painfully.
Her fingers find me—pressing against the thick, rigid length through my shorts—andfuck.
That sweet, shocked little breath will haunt me for the rest of my fucking life.
“Georgie,” I groan.
She looks up, lips parted, staring like she can’t believe she’s touching me.
My breath hisses out between my teeth. My fists curl hard at my sides, fighting every filthy instinct I have to take control and show her exactly how to do it right.
She freezes, her palm still pressed to me, eyes locked on mine like she’s bracing for me to bark at her.
But I don’t.
I don’t stop her either.
