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She leans into my palm, her damp cheek cool against my heating skin. “I wasn’t scared. Not with you at the helm.”
Before I can argue that I’m no hero and list all the reasons why, she shuts me up when she draws back and murmurs, “Thank you.” Her cold fingers cradle either side of my jaw, and she pulls my face down to hers while she raises up on tiptoe. Her lips make a soft landing against mine.
A fire is stoked inside me, and it fucking combusts into a wall of flames. My hands cradle her face as I take her mouth, my greedy tongue sliding inside, determined to taste every square inch of her.
My body hums like a live wire, and my mind spirals, caught in the dizzying sensations of her cherry cola taste, that sweet citrus scent, and the little moan she breathes. A voice inside my head tells me I need to stop, but I’m too far gone. No way can I put out this blaze. It’s too big. Too powerful. Just like the squall outside.
Chapter 25
Rock the Boat
Colby
We’re a mass of limbs as our mouths fuse together and our tongues tangle. The kisses are needy and sloppy and run together one after the other until there’s no beginning and no end.
She’s still on tiptoe, her short frame molding to mine. Her arms loop around my neck, and her fingers plow through my hair, shooting chills up and down my spine. Mine slide from her face to her back, where they pause mere seconds before dropping to her ass. Filling my hands with all that softness, I squeeze. A moan of desperation vibrates in her throat, and I answer with an irrepressible grunt of my own.
One of my hands glides down the back of her thigh, and I lift. There’s no hesitation as she hooks her leg around me. Her other leg climbs, and I support that one until it rests on my hip. Both legs wrap around my waist now, and her ankles lock together behind me. A shoe drops to the floor, and her heels dig in. My body moves against her, my cock thickening in an eager bid to get to her. To get inside her.
Breaking the kiss, I slide my mouth to her neck and kiss and lick and taste. Her skin is cool and smooth, like marble but with a velvety texture, and she’s salty and so damn sweet. Dropping her head back, she emits breathy little noises that drive me to the brink of insanity.
When she tugs on the hem of my shirt, I walk us backward the few steps it takes to reach the table, where I deposit her. Now my hands are free to tear at her clothes like she’s tearing at mine, and soon her sweatshirt and T-shirt fly somewhere behind me. I might have heard a rip, but I don’t give a fuck because one more piece of clothing is in the way of what I want. A vague awareness that my shirt is half-on and half-off tickles the back of my brain, but I’m a man on a mission with very few brain cells at my disposal.
Reaching around her, I unhook the pretty lavender lace bra and draw the straps down her arms. That goes flying too, and my heart stops at the sight before me. I stare at her chest as it rises and falls with her sharp inhales and exhales.
I suck in a breath. “You’re … perfect.”
A strangled giggle bubbles out of her, telling me she’s self-conscious about how she looks.
Oh hell no.
My gaze drills into hers as my fingers stroke the contours of her silky flesh. “I mean it, Jackie. You. Are. Perfect,” I repeat. She bites her lower lip, and I lean in and gently capture it between my teeth for a quick nip. That little action transforms into another scorching kiss. Meanwhile, my fingers continue exploring every inch of her beautiful tits. Her nipples bead beneath my thumbs, and I tear myself from her mouth. My tongue trails a path along her throat to her sharp collar bones to her chest, and I pause to kiss and nibble as I make my way to my target.
My tongue gets busy circling her stiff little bud, while my thumb uses the same motion on her other peak. Wouldn’t want to leave anyone out. My tongue flicks, turning her nipple pebble-hard, and I draw it into my mouth and suck.
On either side of her hips, she props her hands to carry her weight and drops her head back on a whispered cry. “So good.”
Using more pressure, I draw her breast inside my mouth and use my other hand to tweak and pinch and tug. She arches her back into me, as if offering herself up, and her cry climbs in volume. With her ankles still crossed behind me, the heat of her core is snug against my cock. She begins to rock against me.
Fuuuuuck!
I move my mouth to the other breast, reversing what I’m doing, but I don’t spend as much time here. Instead, I pick her up and engage her mouth in another searing, tongue-filled kiss as I walk us to my berth, fighting to control the urgency that’s overwhelming me.
Laying her on the bed, I remove her last boat shoe and snap the curtains into place to keep what we’re about to do private. Not that I expect anyone on this dock, in this storm, to be a voyeur, but if Jackie was nervous about me seeing her bare breasts, she’s not going to like a lookie-loo seeing them—or the other parts of her I’m itching to expose.
She wiggles up to the pillows and points at me. “You have too many clothes on.”
“Yeah, I know.” I smirk and, in my eagerness to strip, get tangled in my shirt as I yank it off my torso.
Still in my pants, I drop to my knees beside her, aware of her eyes trained on me the entire way. Popping the button of her jeans, I unzip and spread the fly and place open-mouthed kisses on her soft, soft skin. Then I lick a teasing path to her belly button and dip the tip of my tongue inside. A giggle escapes her, and her gorgeous tits jiggle.
This girl has me more hot and bothered than I can ever remember being in my life.
Straightening, I kneel and hook my fingers in the loops at her waistband. I crawl off the bed backward, pulling down the jeans as I go. They land in a heap on the floor.
My eyes raise to more lavender lace that doubles as teeny-tiny panties and linger on the pretty package. A moment passes before I lean down and pull those off too.
“Oh Jackie,” I sigh, though it’s more guttural than wistful. “Goddamn.”
