He let out a loud sigh and turned around, pulling the material down and exposing his left ass cheek. In all its glory was a baseball sized tattoo of a unicorn puking a rainbow. A unicorn. Fricken puking a rainbow.
“What the hell is that?” I couldn’t help the hysterical giggle that bubbled up.
He pulled his shorts back up and sat down on the padded bench. “Everyone on the soccer team has it. It’s part of our initiation.”
The whole soccer team had pukey rainbow unicorn tattoos? It made it even more hysterical to think a bunch of muscular dudes had something so ridiculous on their asses. How had I not seen Ryan’s before, in the shower?
He sighed. “Go on, get it out of your system.”
I tried to tamp down the fit of giggles that threatened to explode. Obviously this was something he wasn’t proud of. I needed to be nice. “I’m speechless.”
“That’s a first.”
I kicked his calf. “Hey now.”
“I don’t think I like this side of you.” He slid beside me in the seat and cupped my face.
“Yeah? What side do you like?”
“I like it when you scream. Preferably my name.”
He slid my jacket off, and I raised my arms up as he pulled my shirt over my head. I looked around, no one on the bay yet. Our boat had drifted near the shore, effectively hidden by a tree if anyone happened to pass by. He guided me down until my back was against the seat and pushed aside my bikini top. My nipples hardened as they were exposed to the cool morning air. His crystal blue gaze set my veins on fire.
His lips glided down my side and stopped just above my hipbone. He sucked on my skin, nipping at the flesh hard enough to know I’d have a mark. “This is a reminder for later.”
His tongue ran along the lining of my shorts and he looked up, his eyes silently asking permission. I raised my hips, and he slid off my shorts and bikini bottom. My butt pressed into the cool vinyl as his fingers skimmed the inside of my thighs, teasing, each time stopping before he brushed against my spot. His mouth moved inches from me, and he blew a cool breath over my center. My hips bucked, begging for contact. Shit, if I was this close without him touching me, I was in trouble. I looked at him, an appreciative smile on his lips. He ran his tongue across his bottom lip. “You sure you want this? We could just go back to fishing.”
“I will snap that rod in half if you don’t continue.”
“Bossy.”
I raked my hands through his hair, tugging at the ends. “You just wait. Payback’s a bitch.”
“My rod looks forward to it.”
A retort died on my lips, replaced with a moan, as Ryan ran his tongue across my center. His arms were on the inner sides of my legs, pushing, spreading me wider. My back arched as heat built between my legs. My thighs shook as he placed a finger inside me, curving up, hitting my spot like I’d given him a map leading straight to my O-zone.
He slipped his finger out and moved to hover above me. Our gazes connected, the skin around his eyes creasing in the corner as he smiled, sending goose bumps cascading down my arms. For a split second, I was convinced we could make this work, that everyone else around us, his pending move, didn’t matter. That he felt so much more than we both agreed on. I’d give anything to ask him do you feel it, too? Please, tell me it’s not just me. Instead, I worked his shorts off his body. He grabbed a condom off the seat, ripped it open, and slid it over his erection. Moving back to his position above me, he stared into my eyes as he slowly entered my center. Something about this time was different. His pace slowed down. A complete one-eighty from the fevered fuck session in the bathroom. He smoothed his hand down my cheek and his intense gaze liquefied my insides.
“I’m a lucky bastard.” He leaned down and planted tender kisses along my jaw, eventually making his way to my lips.
Being with him left me breathless, like I had been underwater for minutes and broke past the surface, taking the first gulp of fresh air. The way his fingers lightly skimmed down my neck and the way his eyes softened as regarded me—it took me higher, a lightness I’d never felt before.
I wrapped my legs around his back, and he closed his eyes, shuddering underneath my touch. I worked my fingers down his neck to his back, running over every hardened muscle that flexed as he thrust into me. We found our releases together, my name exhaled on his breath, floating across the breeze on the bay.
We lay on the seat, his arm curled around me, pulling me into his body. The summer sun bathed my skin in delicious warmth. If I could put my life on pause, I’d keep it on this moment, the soft rocking of the boat, the smooth muscles of his arms and chest, the tiny kisses he pressed into my forehead.
“I don’t want to go back to the house.”
“You can stay at my apartment if you want.”