“It’s really pretty out here. And peaceful.”
The boat drifted closer to the shore until the anchor tugged at the bottom.
“This is my favorite spot on the whole island. I don’t get to come here as much as I’d like.” I reached into the cooler and pulled out a bottle of wine.
“Wine? I thought you were a beer guy.” Sierra stifled a laugh as I fought with the corkscrew.
“I am a beer guy, but you’re not.” I flashed her a wide grin. “I even brought glasses.” I pointed to the bag on the other side of the cooler.
“How did you have time to put all this together?”
I shrugged. “Nothing but time in the offseason.”
I steadied myself as the wake of an offshore boat passed by. Balancing one glass at a time against my chest, I poured glasses of wine.
“You cold?” I sat next to her on the bow and wrapped one arm around her.
“I’m ok.”
“Something wrong?”
Sierra rubbed her arms up and down. “No, I’m fine. Just chilly from the wind. I guess I should have worn something other than this strapless shirt.”
It was dark on the water, and except for the low light emitting from the boat’s speaker, there were no other lights.
“I like the shirt. Your boobs look hot.” I tugged on it, trying to see down the front.
“Really?” Her voice was suddenly sultry.
“Hell yeah.”
She pinched her lips together. “Too bad I’ll be cold if I take it off.”
“I think I could help with that.”
She laughed. “I’m kidding. I’m playing with you. I wouldn’t—”
“Take it off,” I ordered.
“What?”
“We used to have sex out here all the time. Take it off.” My eyes lit with hunger. I’d never wanted to fuck her like I did now.
Sierra cautiously rose from the bow. Her fingers rested on the top button. She flipped the first one.
“Whoa. Hold on.”
I grabbed Sierra and scooped her up as the boat rocked from a big wake. I brought her down to the floor of the boat before we were hit by successive waves.
“You ok?” I asked. She’d almost wiped out.
“Yeah, I’m fine. You’re pretty quick.”
“Years of practice with my sea legs.” I laughed. “I brought some blankets. Hold on.”
I opened the bow storage and grabbed a few old quilts. By the time I laid them out, Sierra’s eyes held the same lust as mine.
She reached up and pulled me toward her, brushing her lips over mine.