Escape With Me (Love With Me 1)

“Hi.”

It was the same greeting as before, and it made his stomach do happy cartwheels again.

“Hey. You have a swimsuit on?” he asked, hoping she'd show it to him.

“Yup.” She nodded but didn't lift her shirt to show him. “That's the jet-ski, right? I've never been on one.”

She stepped past him to look at the vehicle. The ocean breeze tugged at her shirt, exposing the curve of her butt and giving him a peek of her swimsuit. She was close enough to touch, and he had to take a deep breath and control himself. They had the rest of the afternoon. He could enjoy this and take his time.

“You ready?” he asked her. He handed her a life-jacket.

“I don't know how to do this,” she replied. “I mean, I know how to put on a life-jacket. I don't know how to ride a jet-ski.”

“Don't worry. I'll drive.” Wyatt chuckled as he put on his own orange vest. He deftly swung a leg over the jet-ski and then motioned her to join him.

She swallowed and then tried to mimic his movements. She succeeded in nearly knocking them both into the water. The jet-ski rocked dangerously, and her arms flailed until she wrapped them around him.

He liked the way she felt wrapped around him. Her arms were stronger than he expected, but it could also be that she was afraid of falling in the water. She was warm and soft, pressed up against him. It was a good thing she sat behind him, or she would have something poking into her back for the rest of the ride.

“Sorry,” she murmured. Her voice was soft in his ears. She shifted, keeping her grip tight on him. “Where are we going?”

“You'll see,” he told her and started up the engine.

The jet-ski roared to life. He revved it a couple of times, feeling the vibrations rumble through the both of them. One of his previous dates had told him this was the best foreplay she'd gotten in years. That was before he'd had his way with her.

He moved slowly away from the dock before gaining speed. The open ocean beckoned to them. Caribbean blue water shimmered in the bright sunlight, and Wyatt hoped they would run into dolphins. Women always loved to see the dolphins.

Once they were in the open water, Wyatt opened up the engine. Cassie shrieked and held onto him, but when he risked a glance back, she was grinning from ear to ear. Her eyes sparkled with enjoyment. So Wyatt went faster.

He played in the waves, catching them to get air. She whooped with delight every time they went up in the air. Wyatt found her enthusiasm contagious. He sped across the water, giving her a fun-filled ride.

He wasn't just showing off. He actually had a destination in mind. There was a small sandy island just a few hundred yards from shore. It was usually used for private weddings or romantic picnics, but since it was an afternoon in the middle of the week, the island was empty.

It was the ideal spot to woo a woman.

“Oh, there's an island,” Cassie said as they approached. She rose slightly on her feet to get a better look. “It's beautiful.”

Wyatt beached the jet-ski on the soft white sand, making sure that he accounted for the tide. They wouldn't be here long, but the last thing he wanted was to lose a jet-ski. It wasn't that he couldn't afford to buy the resort another one, it was that he would never hear the end of it. Plus, they needed a way to get back home.

“Wow.” Cassie stood looking along the beach. The place was more sand bar than an actual island. There were four palm trees and just a couple of shrubs in the center, but the tourists loved to have their own 'private' island for a few hours.

“Want a tour?” Wyatt asked, taking off his life-jacket.

“Sure,” she replied with a grin. She carefully removed hers as well, setting it neatly in the sand beside his life-jacket. The edges of her shirt were wet from sea spray and clung to her skin. It was nearly impossible for Wyatt to pull his eyes away. All he could see was her curves and hints of smooth skin calling for his touch.

They walked along the small beach, with the trees to their left as they walked the circle of the island. The s

and was warm beneath their feet with the sun hiding behind a small group of clouds.

“So, here we have some palm trees,” he said, motioning to the small grove. “They provide shade and are the main attraction here on the island.

Cassie giggled. “How interesting!”

They walked for a bit, making small talk. She was so easy to talk to that he didn't mind that they kept circling the island.

“I don't have any kids. Janessa and Brianna do, but it never happened for me. It's part of the reason I got divorced,” she was saying. She looked over at him and blushed crimson. “And now I'm being boring and just talking about myself. Sorry.”

“Definitely not boring,” Wyatt assured her. The fact that she was divorced didn't bother him. Many of the women he met were divorced. He grinned over at her. “You have any siblings?”