He exudes confidence, and he does it well.
I only wish I had learned how to swim earlier in life so I could have watched him do this up close and personal. It was always only from the shoreline that I had this view.
And I sorely regret it.
I abandon the romance book I was reading and stretch my arm over my new shadow, Skye, to make sure she’s not too hot. Then close my eyes, letting the sun sink deeper into my skin, the smell of salt and sunscreen filling my lungs.
Out here, everything feels simple.
Just the open water, the wind carrying us toward Montauk, and the knowledge that wherever we’re headed, we’re getting there together.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” Nate mutters, breaking me out of my daydream.
His eyes roam my skimpy gold bikini as I lie at the bow of the boat, lingering over my chest, watching intently as my nipples harden under his glare.
He gives the line a final tug, checking the sail before stalking toward me.
“You’re one to talk,” I mutter around his lips when he leans over me, holding himself on the sides of the boat. “You’re like a walking sex advertisement.”
“Only for your eyes, babe.”
I reach up to the single bead that hangs from his chain, rubbing it between my fingers. It feels like a lifetime ago that I made this. “Damn right.”
He drops lower, gliding his chest against mine, his lips lingering against my neck, teasing me second by second as he goes lower.
My body goes limp, my eyes roll, and from just one small brush of his lips, I already need more.
Will it ever be enough?
Or will it always feel like we’re trying to catch up?
“I’ve been dying to taste you all day while you were lying here, teasing me.” He bites down on my nipple over my bikini. “Sunbathing like the goddess you are.”
“Ouch,” I hiss.
He moves the material over, then soothes my nipple with his tongue. “Ouch?” He lifts one brow.
I bite my bottom lip, hiding my smile.
I know better.
Saying “ouch” to Nate is like waving a red flag to a bull.
His tongue flicks over my nipple before he drags it between his teeth, moving the material from my other breast, and squeezes my nipple between his fingers.
Heat begins to radiate through my body, and the pulse between my legs throbs as his teeth lightly bite down. My back arches, pushing my breast deeper into his mouth.
“Nate,” I groan.
His lips smirk against my skin; he knows exactly what he’s doing. Nipple play drives me wild.
He pulls back, and my eyes snap open. His lips are turned up in a devious smile. “I need to taste you, Goddess.”
He drags a finger down the length of my body, his hooded eyes are trained on mine. My legs drop open, hitting the floor of the boat on instinct, and he drops his attention to my open and waiting center, licking his lips like a starved animal.
“I fucking love you,” he whispers.
My body breaks out in goose bumps from excitement. It feels surreal hearing Nate say those words again.
