Jacob handled the boat with the ease of a man who’d been born to it. The wind beat at them and she shivered, but Jacob looked impervious to the weather. “What the hell was that?” she asked.
“Not here.” They left the five-miles-per-hour zone and he hit the gas. Talking became impossible over the high-pitched whine of the engine. They zoomed along the shore for a few minutes, the wind tousling her hair, the slowly sinking sun slanting over the mountain peaks and into her eyes.
She gasped in surprise when the boat slowed without warning and would’ve slid forward if Jacob hadn’t put out an arm to catch her. She strained against his tanned, corded forearm, righting herself as soon as she could.
Okay, maybe not quite as soon as she could. Maybe she let her hands hold on to that hard arm for a few beats longer than she needed. She was only human.
They were in a secluded cove, no other boats in sight, no one on the shore, when Jacob turned off the boat and faced her.
“What—” she started, but was effectively shut up when Jacob rose to his feet, yanked her up as well, and into his arms. Her heart rate tripled before he even touched his mouth to hers, and then she couldn’t think at all.
Tightening his grip, he kissed her long and hard and deep, and by the time they pulled apart for air, she had her hands all over him, one at the small of his back, holding him to her, the other—oh God—in his jeans. She jerked her hands around and up, putting them on his chest.
To push him away, she told herself.
But she didn’t push. Instead, her fingers curled into the cotton of his shirt as a battle raged inside her. Fear and lust were in mortal combat, and she had no idea which would win. If he kissed her again, they’d end up naked on the floor of this boat, but she didn’t think she could be with him like that again and not fall.
Hard.
He didn’t appear to have the same internal war going on. His big, yummy hands were exploring and his mouth wasn’t far behind, and she was losing her mind, not to mention her resolve. She already knew he liked to kiss and that he was a master at it, but she was starting to learn that he liked to kiss everything, on his own schedule. And he liked to linger.
A lot.
The memories of a Jacob-induced orgasm had been fueling her fantasies for days. And, if she was being honest, it’d fueled more than one self-induced orgasm as well.
But then they locked eyes and they froze in place, her from a sudden rush of emotions, Jacob probably from watching them play out across her face.
“I want you to know,” she said. “That this…” She wagged a finger between them. “This insanity between us, it’s not making any sense to me. It just isn’t. I’m still…conflicted.”
“Three days, Soph.”
“What?”
“I let you stew for three days, but I can’t do it anymore.” He hauled her in again, wrapped his hand in her hair and tugged just enough to make her look at him. “You’ve wrecked me,” he murmured against her mouth, making her heart skitter to a halt in her chest.
“I wrecked you? What about what you’ve done to me?”
His eyes searched hers, an unholy light coming into his.
Well, crap. Instead of putting the brakes on this disaster walking, she’d just tossed gasoline on the fire.
Pulling her in closer, he kissed her again. “So you’re as utterly”—another kiss—“wrecked”—and yet another—“as I am. Good to know.” The next kiss took her to another place, where the only thing that existed was his hard body and what it was going to do to hers—
“Soph.”
She was too busy shoving up his shirt so she could nibble her way down his bare chest to answer.
“Soph.”
She licked one of his nipples and got a thrill when he shivered.
He picked her up, and she immediately wrapped her legs around his hips. He had one big hand cradling and caressing her butt, the other across her back, holding her close. She slipped her arms around him, hoping, wishing, that she’d never have to let go.
His hands tightened on her. “Tell me we’re going to wreck each other again,” he said, voice low and gritty with desire.
To that end, she tore off his shirt and pushed him down to the long bench seat.
Jacob took her with him, keeping a hand in her hair and his mouth locked on hers. With a groan, he angled his head, his tongue sliding against her, making her feel like she’d been starving for this, for him. All she could think was he seemed to crave her as much as she craved him. He told her so in each press of his lips, every soft stroke of his tongue telling her, Yes, this, more of this, don’t stop…
“Jacob.”
He had his mouth at the base of her throat and hummed a wordless response.
“I missed you.”
He stilled, his eyes closing for a beat. “I’m all yours,” he whispered, and flipped them so that she was flat on her back on the seat. He rose over her, his chest and hips sliding against hers so that she could feel exactly how much he wanted her.
He kissed his way down her neck, opening her blouse and then the front clasp on her bra, spreading the material to the side to get a look at her.