He chuckled. “I’m a big boy.”
“I don’t want to hear you brag about your dick. Get in the car.”
We made our way back through the house while I grabbed the spare keys I kept at his place, and we climbed into my Jeep, making the ten-minute drive to the office.
By the time we arrived, the rain was coming down in sheets, soaking us to the skin the second we stepped outside.
“Shit,” Travis yelled as he wiped the water off his face. The spring line had worked loose from where the waves were knocking the boat against the dock. He pointed to it, and I nodded, following up the gangway and on board.
The rain had pooled on deck, and as I hurried to the back of the boat, I slipped, hitting the floor hard, my knees screaming from the impact when I landed on them. “Fuck,” I cried as lightning forked across the sky.
Travis turned, worry painting his expression as his gaze found me. “You okay?” he asked over the noise of the storm that had seemed to have amplified.
I nodded, and just like Poseidon himself was toying with us, a wave hit the boat, and it slammed against the dock, sending Travis stumbling forward, crashing into me. My nose pressed against his already rain-soaked joggers that clung to his firm body. To stop us both from tumbling over the side into the suddenly choppy ocean, Trav grabbed the rail that ran around the boat and I wrapped my arm around him, anchoring my hand on his hip.
He stumbled again, this time stepping even closer. My nose pressed into his groin, the outline of his cock against my cheek. I should have pulled back instantly, been mortified, but instead, I breathed in, letting out a groan when his scent filled my senses.
Neither of us spoke; neither of us moved. The boat rocked, pushing us back and forth, the tip of my nose now edging his shaft. It thickened slowly, filling, hardening. My hand tightened on his hip while he buried his fingers in my hair, holding me in place gently, yet never making me feel like he was keeping me there.
I had no idea how long we stayed like that. It was only when more lightning forked across the sky that we seemed to snap out of whatever the hell had just happened.
Travis wrapped his hand gently around my throat, tilting my head upwards.
Rain bounced off me, making eye contact impossible, so I let my lids flutter closed while his grip tightened. “I need you to get up, Jas. We need to get inside. This isn’t safe.” I wondered if he meant the storm or my position on my knees in front of him.
I nodded, and he released his hold on me, helping me stand just as another wave hit, but this time we were both ready for it.
“I’ll tie off this one, you check the others,” he instructed, and I appreciated him taking charge. Minutes later, we were back in front of the office while I struggled to unlock the door as the rain lashed my face.
“Got it,” I cried as I pushed down the handle and we stumbled inside. Travis hit the lights, and I went for towels. “Well, at least we have these,” I said as I handed him one. He pushed it to his face, wiping it dry before towelling off his hair. I held my towel by my side and watched him peel off his t-shirt.
“Have we got any dry clothes here?” he asked, and we both looked around.
“Erm, that would be a no.”
Travis wrapped the towel around his waist before turning his back on me and taking off his sweats, followed by his underwear, which all formed a soggy pile on the floor. He turned to look at me, shaking his head and going for another towel before coming to stand in front of me.
“Maybe you do need a wife to take care of you.” He pointed to my t-shirt. “Off.”
I took it off, shivering as the cool air hit my skin, making my nipples harden. Stepping closer, he reached around me, gently tugging the elastic band from my hair before bringing the towel to my head and drying it for me. My scalp tingled, a shiver rippling down my spine.
His eyes stayed locked on mine as he moved the towel down, drying my neck and then my shoulders. “Take your bottoms off,” he instructed, “before you freeze.”
“You want me to strip right here?”
He looked surprised. “I see you in your swimmers all the time.”
“But I’ll be naked.”God, I sounded like a child.
“You have a towel, and I promise not to jump you. I didn’t take you as a prude, Professor. I mean, the whole world seems obsessed with seeing you strip out of a wetsuit, so I didn’t think you’d be body-conscious.”
“I’m not,” I barked, and he recoiled. “Sorry. That was uncalled for.”
Travis stepped back and moved to the cupboards at the back of the room while I wrapped a towel around me and took off my clothes. When I looked up, he was standing there with two glasses and what looked like a bottle of rum.
“You’re making it so easy to make pirate jokes,” I murmured.
“Shush or I’ll make you walk the plank.”
