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She pulled into the parking lot, and realized she was dressed totally inappropriately for a marina. She wore a tight blue sundress and high wedge sandals, the attire of her girls’ lunch, not a fishing dock. Oh, well, she thought. At least I’m positive I’m not going to throw up.
She found the Wanderlust in its slip, but Blaine didn’t seem to be around. Just when she was about to give up and return to her car, his dark head peeked out of the cabin. “Hey! Mia!” he said.
“Hi, Blaine.” Mia suddenly felt silly. “I—uh, I was driving past the marina…well, I mean, I was on the interstate, and I thought I’d say hi.”
He joined her on the dock. “I’m glad you did! I got in an hour or so ago.” He took her hand and spun her around. “Damn. I mean, wow. That dress is amazing.”
She blushed. “Thanks. It’s old. I had lunch with some friends. And maybe I wanted to get a little fancied up after yesterday. Remind myself that I’ve still got it.”
Another male voice joined the conversation. Two men in their fifties walked down the dock. “You’ve still got it sweetheart. No doubt about that,” said the balder of the two. “Who’s this angel, Blaine?”
“Tom, Carl, this is Mia.” Blaine put a hand on Mia’s waist, and she could feel a hint of territoriality in the pinch of his fingers on her skin through the blue dress. “A good friend of mine.”
“Nice to meet you, Miss Mia.” Tom, the man with the hair, leered at Mia. His eyes swept from her legs to her breasts, and stopped right there.
“You two have everything you need?” asked Blaine. “Your coolers filled… all your gear?”
“Yup,” said Tom. “Thanks for another great trip.” Tom and Carl strolled back toward Bartlett’s, but not without throwing a few appreciative glances her way.
“Assholes,” said Blaine. He climbed into the boat again.
Mia followed him, or she tried to. She couldn’t really get her leg over the side of the boat. Her dress was too tight. “Blaine—wait. Or—come back. Can you help me?”
He took her by the waist and lifted her into the boat as if she were a doll. His hands slid down her back as he set her down. They kept going, and just cupped her ass before letting go. Or maybe it was a coincidence.
“Blaine—what’s the matter?”
“Those perverts. The way they were
looking at you—”
“It’s okay.” His protectiveness turned her on. She wondered if there was something else to it. He disappeared into the cabin and she ducked to follow him. It seemed like she’d spent the last two days following this man everywhere. “They’re just silly old men. I’m used to guys like that. This is South Florida, remember? All the men are perverts and all the women are hot.”
“Not like you, Mia. Not crazy beautiful and so sexy I can’t walk right now.”
Mia’s mouth hung open. She’d never had a man so blatantly compliment her.
“And you show up and surprise me… in that dress.” He held up one hand. She could see it shaking. “You’re—I’ll just say it. Your ass in that dress is like torture.”
With every word, Mia’s stomach tightened. The hot, tight feeling melted down between her legs. She’d never been with any man but Jeff. Her conservative Catholic parents would never have forgiven her if they’d found out. And now this gorgeous Englishman was making her wet through her panties.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “Is that too much?”
She shook her head. She trembled as he approached. “Are you sure?” he asked.
“I just… I’ve just broken up with Jeff, and I’ve never been with another man, and you’re so…”
He smiled and traced her lips with his fingers. “I know.” His hand lifted the hem of her dress. She felt her legs part, giving him room, of their own accord. He brushed the cotton of her thong panties, just over her clit. She moaned.
“You’re wet.” He nibbled her ear. “Spread your legs a little more. Please?”
She did, and she was almost embarrassed by the wetness on his fingers. He slid one up inside her. “Tight. You are almost a virgin. That man must not have been able to give it to you.”
She shook her head. He pulled the dress up over her ass and turned her around. He rubbed both hands in circles on her bottom. “That’s what I imagined.” When he slid a finger inside her again she cried out. He spread her legs just a little more as he fingered her, and then to her surprise she felt his tongue on her clit.
“Oh my god,” she said. She looked out the cabin door. If anyone passed they’d see her, bent over with her dress over her ass, and Blaine’s hand between her legs. It was a weird turn on.
He turned her around again and kissed her, long and slow and deep. Her knees gave out as he whispered in her ear. “This is what I wanted to do to you yesterday, Mia, as soon as I saw you. You’re so beautiful.”
