“Y-yes?” she whispered back, her voice full of longing and anticipation. Her touch might have been light and hesitant, but she wanted me. That much was clear.

“Feel this.”

Her lips parted on an exhale right before I sank my mouth onto her flesh. She was so soft and wet. I licked and sucked her skin, my cock a steel rod. My jeans weren’t tight, but my erection made them stiff to the point of pain. Her moans filled the small cabin but they were muffled. She was holding back and I needed her to scream my name.

I pressed my hand against her inner thigh and used the other to rub circles over her clit. She closed her eyes and arched her hips off the mattress. I growled and ate at her deeper. Her thighs clenched around me and I knew she was nearly there. I lapped at her sensitive nerve endings as my fingers brought her to orgasm. The moment she shattered I felt it rumble through me. The sounds she made, the way she shook, how she cried out my name, it all drove me over the edge.

After that, I was more instinct than man. I lifted my shirt over my head and made quick work of taking off my jeans and boxers. Eilish lay sated on the bed, the movement of the waves causing the boat to rock gently back and forth.

I hooked my fingers behind her knees and moved between her legs, ready to plunge inside when I remembered. I wasn’t wearing a condom. Shit. Her eyes asked a question. Mine stared right back in agony.

“My bag,” she breathed, her words a life raft in a bottomless ocean.

I didn’t even hesitate to grab her bag from the floor a few feet from the bed. I handed it to her and a moment later she produced a small foil packet. My lips cracked into a grin as I took it and climbed back between her legs.

“Came prepared, did we?”

She blushed a deep, delectable shade of red. “It’s been there a while, if you must know.”

I grinned even wider, my eyes catching on her hair, a fiery halo around her shoulders. “You are so beautiful.”

“Bryan.”

“What is it, gorgeous?” I murmured, palming one breast and then the other, admiring the light sheen of perspiration on her skin.

“Can you please just stop talking,” she replied, and I let out a low, throaty chuckle.

“Bossy. I like it.”

She started to scowl, but it transformed into a look of pleasure when I grabbed the base of my dick and brushed the head over her sex. I had the condom on now, and though I wished to be with her skin to skin, I knew it was necessary to build trust. One night long ago, I’d had her trust, and from the way she’d steered clear of me when we met again a few weeks ago, I’d clearly crushed it under my boot. I wanted to cherish what she offered me now. I wanted her to know me, trust me. Forgive me. And I’d start with giving her the best boat sex of her life.

Fuck it, I’d give her the best sex of her life. Period.

I rose, bracing my hands on either side of her and pushed forward with my hips. My cock nudged inside her at the same time my head knocked the roof of the boat.

Stupid slanted ceilings, ruining my efforts at expert sexing.

Eilish let out a quiet giggle, and I grinned down at her. We shared a moment of just smiling at one another, finding humor in the moment. Then I slowly pushed into her again, this time filling her inch by inch, and the smile fled her features, desire taking its place.

I’d never forget that look.

I’d never forget seeing her like this.

I’d never forget another moment with her for the rest of my life.

I held myself above her, savoring how hot and perfect and amazing she felt. I trembled, overcome with sensation. My eyes closed. My jaw clenched tight. This was my first time inside a woman in two years and it felt incredible, better than I could’ve ever imagined.

Because it’s her.

Emotion overtook me, my heart drumming away inside my chest. She had no idea how much I felt for her, how deeply I was falling in love with her.

Soft, searching hands found my face, her words gentle and concerned. “Bryan, what’s wrong?”

I tried shaking it off. “Nothing. It’s just . . . been a while.”

She swallowed and nodded. “For me, too.”

“I might not last very long,” I warned self-deprecatingly.

A husky laugh escaped her. “That’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. I want to make this good for you.” I stole a kiss, needing her lips.

She blew out a breath. “Believe me, it is good. More than good.”

“I want to last longer than two minutes,” I went on.

“Bryan,” she said, her voice firmer now.

I stared down at her. She looked so effortlessly sexy. So natural. So made for me. “What?”

“Just shut up and fuck me.”

Her order obliterated my fears and with tender affection I lowered my lips to hers. The kiss started out light and playful, but as I started to move, slowly sinking in and out of her, it deepened. Our tongues waged a war as my movements sped up. Her thighs tightened around my hips, her beaded nipples brushing against my bare chest and driving me crazy.

I broke the kiss to suck in a harsh breath, thrusting. She clenched around my dick and I groaned loudly. Jesus. Fuck.

My hand found her neck, so delicate, so breakable. I loved how vulnerable she looked beneath me, how trusting and conquered. Her cheeks flushed, lips red and bruised from my kiss. I gripped her neck gently and the noise she made ricocheted around the cabin. She wasn’t quiet; she wasn’t hesitating. It was that noise and the sight of her spread wide for me, our bodies joined in the most intimate of ways, that sent me over the edge.