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“Oh, ha-ha.” He always had to tease me, but I could hardly contain my smile. “If you don’t want me, there’s plenty of hot bird watchers or bull riding fans who might.”

His brow furrowed for a moment before he moved up to join me, rocking the boat alarmingly. “Oh, believe me, I want you. In fact, I want you so bad it hurts. Like, it literally hurts.”

I sat up. “What do you mean?” Did he have a malfunction in his equipment downstairs? Had our little aquatic adventure given him a case of barnacles?

He lay on his back, eyeing me from beneath half-closed lashes. “All this crawling on deck has sent my leg into a world of pain.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “I may need a stiff massage to get everything working again. And I know you’re the only woman who can bring me back to life.”

Well, call me a nurse and put me in charge of resuscitation. If Brody needed help to bring any body part back to life, I’d happily oblige. I reached down, my fingers sliding up his inner thigh before running them along his zipper. A solid bulge greeted my touch, and as I trailed my hand along its length, he closed his eyes and sucked in a breath through his teeth.

“Are you sure you need help? You seem just fine to me.”

“You can’t blame a man for trying, and I intend never to miss an opportunity to feel your hands on me.”

“You’re nuts.” I giggled.

“For you? I am.”

He reached up and threaded a hand around my neck, pulling me gently into him, bringing my lips to his. Their softness pressed against me until he slowly traced a line along my lower lip, and I opened my mouth to him. Our tongues circled as we explored each other. Kissing Brody was still a novelty, and I wanted to know everything. Make up for wasted time.

With blood pulsing in my ears, he slid his other arm around my back and under my T-shirt. His fingers sent a shiver of goosebumps over my skin. Holding me tight, Brody lifted me a little and guided me onto his lap, straddling his hips.

After a beat, I broke our kiss, coming to stillness with my hands on his abs, tracing the lines of his muscles. Now, it was my turn to tease him. “Are you sure your leg is up to this? I mean, I don’t want to injure you any further.” As I spoke, I ran my fingers up his pecs, dragging my nails gently across their planes.

Tiny muscles danced under his skin at my touch, and he tugged on his bottom lip. “I want this just as much as you, but you’ll need to drive.”

A smile grew on my lips. “Not a problem. I have my license.”

He huffed a gentle laugh. “Perfect, but I’m going to have to ask you to exit the vehicle while I make sure all safety measures are in place.”

I stared at him until realization dawned on me. He was talking about protection. Damn, it hadn’t even crossed my mind. I mean, rowboat sex hadn’t been on today’s to-do list. “Oh, yes. I’m sorry, I didn’t bring anything. I wasn’t exactly expecting to find myself in this situation.”

Again, he chuckled, gently shifting under me as I moved off him. The minute I’d settled on the boat floor, he unzipped his fly. “A little help, please.”

With a giggle, I reached over to tug on his waistband. Just like my shorts, his jeans clung to him like ivy on a tree. Still, I nudged the fabric down until his extremely solid, extremely large dick sprung free. I widened my eyes. “Oh, my.”

The words just came out, like I had no control over my brain or my mouth. Given the size of his oar-like hands, I should’ve guessed he’d have a package to rival the mechanical bull I’d ridden at the Crow. When I continued to stare, Brody cleared his throat.

“Feeling a little vulnerable here,” he mumbled.

Him and me, both. Should he come with some sort of health warning? Would he even fit inside me? “Oh crap, sorry,” I whispered. “I got…distracted.”

Brody quirked a brow. “Well, if you’ll help me out of my clothes, I’ll find something to keep you focused. On point.”

He winked and, trying very hard not to look at anything below his waist, we tugged his jeans down to his thighs. When we’d freed him, I sat back. Brody kicked his denim off and retrieved something from the pocket. The tiniest tear of foil hit my ears, and I swallowed.

The muscles of his back moved and flexed in front of me. After what felt like forever, he glanced over his shoulder, a wolfish grin on his face. “Let’s take this baby for a spin.”

His voice was low and throaty, and holy hell, this was really going to happen. I was going to have sex with the man I loved. The man I’d been in love with for years.

Brody inched back up to me, and I threaded my arm around his neck. The scent of his cologne and the heat of his body engulfed my senses, and the minute he leaned back to rest on the tarp, I kissed him. It was twilight now, but the faintest glow from the town’s distant street lamps lit his beautiful body with an eerie amber glow.

As our lips collided, I crawled back on top of him, coming to rest on his hips. He held me in place with both hands at my waist, and I moved against him a little. His breath caught in a hiss, and he closed his eyes.

“Oh crap, did I hurt something?”

“No,” he ground out. “Touch me, Ro. Please. I’m gonna explode.” I brought my hand to just below Brody’s belly button, and his eyes opened, burning into me. I took his length in my palm. He let out a deep groan, and my insides coiled and curled, spreading fingers of need down to my core. The media often described him as a handful on the ice, but this was ridiculous.

“Ro,” he whispered, “I want to see you. I mean, all of you.” His heavy-lidded eyes hung on me, and I pulled in a breath. Of course! He’d delivered me two very impressive orgasms, but he hadn’t seen me fully naked yet. My lips curved and letting go of my grip on him, I slowly peeled off my T-shirt.