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Leah laughs and rolls her eyes. “Well, as long as I get to see you without a shirt…”
“I can show you more than just my bare chest if you want.” I wiggle my eyebrows and she bursts out laughing.
I love that it’s so easy to joke around with her like this.
Beneath our joking around, though, there’s heat that’s impossible to ignore.
Leah keeps up a small stream of chatter as we drive, telling me about her day at the bakery yesterday and about a one-person play that Anna made up last night and performed in their living room. She still doesn’t mention anything about Anna’s dad, but I figure she’ll broach the topic when she feels comfortable doing so. It’s not something I want to push.
Besides, I have a feeling we have all the time in the world.
“All right,” I say, pulling the truck into the parking lot. “We’re here.”
Leah looks out the window to see where we are. “The marina?”
“My boat’s moored at the far end,” I tell her. I grab her bag from behind the seat and we get out of the truck.
As we walk, our shoulders bump a few times. After the third time it happens, I slide my hand into hers, interweaving our fingers.
Leah smiles up at me.
“That okay?” I ask.
“Mmhmm. It’s nice,” she says, and squeezes my hand.
I lead her down the dock toward the sleek white sailboat tied up at the end. When we reach it, I toss her bag over, then help her onto the deck.
“Make yourself at home,” I say.
Leah settles into one of the aft seats and I untie and push off. I work at the ropes and aim the boat into the harbor, pulling at the sails and tying off the rigging.
Looking over my shoulder, I motion Leah toward me. “Come on up.”
As she walks toward me, I take in the stunning sight of her and swallow back a groan. She’s taken off her cover-up and almost every inch of her tanned skin is exposed. All she has on now is a small red bikini that hugs every ample curve on her body.
My cock throbs at the thought of tugging on those strings and freeing her from those little triangles of red fabric.
Leah steps up beside me and her head just barely reaches my shoulder. She’s close enough that I can smell the sunshine in her hair. I put my hand on her waist and guide her to the wheel in front of me.
“Feel like driving?” I ask.
Leah’s head tilts back and she smiles up at me. My muscles tighten in my gut. God, she’s so fucking beautiful.
“Show me how,” she says, slipping in between me and the wheel. Her ass just barely grazes the front of my swim trunks. I bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep from sliding my hands across her ass.
“Here and here,” I place her hands on the silver wheel. “Now keep us upright and going in a straight line. We’re headed out near that island.”
“Like this?”
“Just like that.”
Soon, Leah is laughing and screaming out joyfully as the wind whips around us and we pick up speed. I stay right behind her, ready to grab the wheel if I need to.
Honestly, though, she’s a natural at this.
“That was amazing,” Leah says, a little while later, after I pull at the sails to slow us down and drop the anchor.
“I’m glad you like it. I spend a lot of time out here.”
