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“Are they out here all night?” Blair knew nothing about shrimping.
“Yep. They shrimp at night. It’s the best time. From the island, you can see their green lights lining up. I thought I had gotten away from them over here.” He hung his head slightly. “I wanted to fix today. I wanted this to be perfect for you. Not have you go overboard because we got hit by another wave.”
Something about the way Justyn opened up to Blair—his eyes, his hand resting on her knee—stirred the little bubbles of want under her skin. What was she thinking? This guy was hot and he was totally into her. Why was she keeping him at arm’s length when all she had wanted from the minute she saw him was him? They were in a boat, drifting off a beautiful island in the moonlight with wine and music and a pile of cushy blankets. This could work. This could definitely work.
“Justyn?”
“Hmm?”
“Have you ever—you know—on a boat with someone?”
Blair bit her lip, waiting for his response. Hoping the answer was “no,” but hoping more that he saw her blatant attempt to suggest how they should spend the rest of the night.
Justyn choked on his laugh. “Uh. Excuse me.” He cleared his throat. “You caught me off guard. You’re pretty blunt sometimes.”
“Like now?” Blair decided she didn’t want or need an answer. It didn’t matter anyway. This was going to be a summer thing—no strings attached. This was her chance to find out if he was every bit as good in bed as she fantasized. She reached up and pulled him toward her so his lips were thrust upon hers.
“Mmm-hmm,” Justyn murmured through the force of the kiss.
He snaked an arm around Blair’s waist and lowered her on her back, flat against the deck. She greedily sought his mouth with her tongue and pulled him closer to her. His lips were warm and hungry like hers. After the interruption on the beach earlier, Blair hadn’t expected them to find the same heated ground again so quickly, but with Justyn’s body pressed against hers, it was as if they picked up right where they left off on the cape.
Making sure he knew exactly what her intentions were, she hitched her legs around his waist, and slid her hands under his shirt, wanting to feel every bit of him. The hard lines of his back, the heat of his skin.
As his hand reached for her calf and traced a trail on the underside of her leg, a smile spread across Blair’s face. Don’t stop. Keep going. One inch at a time, his fingertips approached the inner softness of her thigh and started a slow swirling motion, dipping under the hem of Blair’s shorts. She let out a groan and shifted her hips, giving his fingers more access.
The more he toyed with her, the more her mind released the plotting and scheming that had been dominating her decisions for the past few weeks. All she wanted was to live in this moment and feel everything Justyn had in store for her.
Justyn kissed the side of her neck, and his tongue played with the outline of her shoulder. As the intensity of the motion between her legs increased, Blair arched her body toward him. It wasn’t enough anymore.
“Take them off—all of it.” She moaned into his ear with her hands fisting in his hair.
Justyn took his time, sat up on his knees, and reached for the buttons dotting the front of Blair’s strapless shirt. He started with the one at the bottom and unfastened each tiny latch, while Blair’s breath quickened. Normally, she was a proponent of foreplay, but tonight, after everything that had happened between them, it felt more like heated torture. There had been plenty of foreplay all summer.
He reached the last one, laid the folds of the fabric on either side of Blair, and dipped down to kiss the tops of her breasts peeking out o
ver the lace trim. He slid one hand behind her back and unhooked the bra in a swift motion. The hungry look in his eyes told her he liked the ensemble she had picked out for him.
She had guessed he had skills, but seeing them in action was an even bigger turn on. Blair locked on to his gaze while he tossed her lingerie in the boat bag. She lunged toward him again and pulled his head down toward her, wanting him to know this is what she needed. She wanted his mouth on her—on any part of her body he wanted to kiss or suck or touch. Slow just wasn’t ok anymore. She was writhing on the inside for him. She felt the boat rock again from another wave, and reached above her head to steady herself from the pounding they were taking.
“Don’t move. Stay just like that,” he whispered. Justyn reached for her outstretched hands and pinned her wrists together over her head, as he had done earlier at the beach. “Damn, you’re sexy.”
Blair heard the words from his lips, but she saw them in his eyes. She gasped as she felt his free hand flick the button loose on her shorts, and slid the zipper down. A moan escaped her lips as his fingers skimmed the top of her skin to push its way between the matching panties and the part of her body that was aching for him. She was completely in his hands.
Blair thought she would explode if he didn’t fully touch her, but he only traced the outline between her legs and brought his fingers back to her stomach. Dipping down again, he repeated the pattern until she was in total agony. He bent forward and kissed her fully on the mouth.
Everything about this felt right, as if their bodies belonged together, they needed to be together. What was he waiting for?
“Justyn, I want you.” She bit at his ear.
“There’s no rush,” he whispered, which only made her tremble more. His breath shot a wave of heat through her veins.
“Ok, but I’m the only one naked. Will you let me fix that?” Her words were breathy.
He released her wrists and she grabbed his shirt, ripping it over his head. Even in the moonlight, his gorgeous body looked ripped and hard. She bit down on her lip; she was on a mission. Hungrily, she fought the stubbornness of Justyn’s zipper until she succeeded in freeing him from all of his clothes. She traced the deep tan line running along his hipbones, across his waist, and curving around to his butt, taking her time to touch him. She sighed when she saw how much he wanted her.
Blair didn’t know if Justyn had a plan on how this would play out, but with a little bit of wine coursing through her veins and the infusion of the salt air surrounding her, she knew what she wanted next.
She leaned left and then, with the shift in momentum, rolled hard right until he was underneath her. Without the sides of the boat shielding her from the wind, Blair could feel the breeze dance across her skin. She felt completely free and powerful at the same time.
