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She digs her nails into my shoulders. “Stoptalking.”
My grin stays in place as my hand runs down her rib cage. I stretch even lower, finding her knee and settling it over my hip. “So, you don’t want me to tell you how tight you are? How fucking incredible you feel?”
“That’s allowed,” Collins pants.
She’s fluttering around me like crazy now, her thighs trembling. All her tells that she’s close to coming.
I want to savor this, but I’m rapidly reaching a point where lasting isn’t an option.
I imprint it all in my memory. The smell of the salt air. The white vinyl we’re lying on, warm from the sun. Collins spread out under me, wild hair and pink lips and heaving chest.
I fuck her hard and fast, just like she asked for. A rapid rhythm that’s edging into recklessness. A total loss of control.
I can still be rash. Immature and impulsive. All those traits Collins used to walk away from. But I think she needs them. I think they’re the reason she’s on this boat, trusting me to take care of her.
She comes with a sudden cry, calling out my name. The wind whisks that away, too, but not until I’ve heard how much she loves coming on my cock loud and clear.
I fuck her through her orgasm, then finally allow myself to let go.
We lie still and sated, both breathing heavily. I need to get up, check the sails and rigging and get Collins something to clean up with, but my body has no interest in moving yet.
“Isn’t sailing fun?” I kiss her chest before pulling out and sitting up.
Collins sits up, too, a serious look on her flushed face. “I want to jump in.”
I raise an eyebrow, reaching for the compartment where the cleantowels get stored. “Now?”
“Now,” she confirms. “You can slow the boat, right? Or stop it?”
“I mean, yeah …” I’m torn on how to react. Part of me is as thrilled as when she suggested sailing. But that felt like a first step toward getting her comfortable on the ocean. I wasn’t anticipating it going so well that she’d decide to fully conquer her fear mid-trip. “Scale of one to ten, how much do you want to do this? Because you could wade in at the shore or something, and we could come out here again?—”
“Ten,” Collins states confidently.
“Okay.” I pull out a towel and toss it toward her. Although, if she’s swimming, that’s not really necessary.
I yank my trunks on and walk over to the main boom, adjusting it so it’s pushed against the wind and we’re backwinding. Water laps against the sides, audible over the dwindling breeze.
Collins is peering over the edge, her bikini back on.
“Come back to the stern. That way, you’ll be close to the ladder.”
“Okay,” she says, following me.
I glance at her. “Want a life jacket?”
Collins shakes her head. “I’m a good swimmer,” she promises. “It’s just been a while since I swam in the ocean.”
When we reach the rear of the boat, she reaches out and grabs my hand. “You’ll jump in with me, right?”
“Of course. If the boat drifts away, we’ll just swim back to shore.”
She casts me a half-exasperated, half-concerned look. “It’s barely moving.”
“I know. Boat will be here. You ready?”
Collins glances at the wavy surface, then to me. She’s wearing the necklace and earrings I gave her, the diamonds glinting almost as brightly as the red in her hair. “I love you, Kit.”
I tug her to me, planting a firm kiss on her lips. “I love you too.”
She jumps first. But I’m right beside her.
Exactly where I always want to be.
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