“Now, ask me that question again, the one about joining you.”
Emotions played across his face like the clouds scudding over the bay. Rain smacked at the portholes, and the boat rocked in gusts of wind. The two of them stood face to face in the cramped forequarters of the sailboat, swaying in sync with the waves.
A sunny smile overtook Liam’s face.
“Care to join me?” He held the cuff of her jacket so she could extract her arm. She lifted her other wrist for him to help with that sleeve.
“Thought you’d never ask. We’d be remiss if we didn’t make sure your clients’ boat was seaworthy.”
Liam sat on the edge of the bed, spread his knees, and drew Anna’s hips toward him. He laced his thumbs through the belt loops of her jeans and pressed the rest of his fingers into the upper part of her ass. “I didn’t bring my instruction book this time, but I don’t think we need it.”
“If I forget something, you’ll let me know?”
The wind and waves calmed, returning the boat to a gentle rocking.
“Of course,” he said. “I’m ready to pick up our studies where we left off.” His hands hadn’t moved. Anna remained between his thighs, one hand resting on the bed’s protective side rail, the other hand stroking his head. He’d left his hair untrimmed in the two months he’d been on the island, and she liked this rougher look.
“I am too,” she whispered.
Liam leaned forward until his forehead rested against the upper part of her belly. He slid one thumb out of the belt loop, undid the top button of her jeans, and splayed his fingers to lift her shirt.
“I learned some things while I was all alone in the Canadian Rockies.”
“Such as?” she asked, letting his hair slip through her fingers. She traced the shape of his eyebrow with her thumb, marveled at his eyelashes and how easy it was to step back into their flirtatious rapport.
“I learned that I love the solitude. And I love losing myself in your body.” He buried his nose in her belly, tonguing the skin around her navel, licking and biting with tenderness. “I loved watching the stars at night and in the mornings before sunrise. I felt like I was losing myself in the sky the way I can lose myself in you,” he murmured.
The zipper to Anna’s jeans was coming apart, tooth by tooth. She was coming apart, heartbeat by heartbeat, undone by Liam’s admission. She rewound her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp, eager to hear more of his confession. Eager to hear him groan.
While his mouth played on her belly and one hand lowered her zipper, his other hand rubbed her inner thighs. His thumb found the dip between her labia and pressed, sliding side to side.
“I wanted you there with me at night. I wanted to dissolve into you the way I was dissolving into that unending sky with all the stars and all the sounds that were so unfamiliar to me.” He shrugged off his jacket, brought his nose back to Anna’s belly, and felt behind her for the clasp of her bra.
“I’m not wearing one,” she whispered.
He tugged instead at the snug little undershirt she wore. Lifting it, he smoothed his work-roughened hands over each breast. Her nipples traced lines across the surface of each palm. He released away from her and unfurled himself onto the bed, inviting Anna to follow. Together, they wriggled along the mattress until their heads were near the bow of the boat, the wood-paneled ceiling directly above.
“What are we practicing today?” she asked, supporting herself on one elbow, her flesh spilling out of her jeans and undershirt. He enveloped her waist, felt for her lower back, and slid his fingers between the rough fabric of her pants and her ass.
“You have so many different textures.” He fingered her panties, slipping between the fine cotton and her skin, teasing. “And you’re wet.”
Anna sank her weight onto the front of his body and brushed his hair away from his forehead. When she brought her mouth to his, he was ready.
The boat swayed beneath them, setting a rhythm for their intimate explorations. Liam released his hands from her ass, sliding his jeans to his knees before doing the same for her. When she rested against his chest again, his cock was enveloped in the softness of her lower belly.
Liam wrapped one arm around her, one hand returning to caress her butt and the back of an upper thigh, the other keeping her head secured as they kissed themselves past curious into needy. He guided Anna onto her side while extricating one of his legs from his pants. She giggled and groaned, finally freeing her top leg enough she could wrap it over his hip.
“Leave my socks on,” she said, wiggling her toes at him from a wool-clad foot. “My feet are cold.”
He smiled, reaching to adjust himself as Anna’s fingers found the opening that would set his erection free. He placed his hand on top of hers. She listened, through touch, for his preferred pressure and rhythm. “I want you, Liam. I want you inside of me.”
His hand continued its instruction. “Then we’ll need to take this to my bed.”
Her fingers found their way to his skin, circling his erection. Before he could object, Anna folded herself until she had access to his lower belly. From there, it was only a matter of shifting a thin layer of cotton to bring her lips to the head of his cock. Her tongue found the engorged tip and began to circle, licking. Liam gave in and sprawled across the rumpled sheet and the exposed crushed velvet.
Anna explored his length, hungry for her time with an object of sexual pleasure. Her mouth was wet, her tongue strong and inquisitive, and when he gave into the continued rocking of the boat, she felt his orgasm
