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“No way, you know what she’s like. I’m not letting it go.”
“Look, I barely know your sister, but I’m sure she’ll understand if—”
“That’s right, you just met. Okay, it’s what you know about me at my worst, only worse than that.”
Cal grimaced. He pressed forward with his feet, tucking Lara into his waist…and froze. She was pressed against his cock, which had gone half-hard watching her bent over the dock. What the hell was wrong with him? This was an emergency.
“Harder…” she moaned, sending the wrong kind of signals racing south through his body. “It’s almost there, just pull me a little further.”
Her hands hung forward over the edge of the dock and her ass was pulled snug into his groin. It was unconscionable that he was getting stiff, but he couldn’t help it.
“Oh yeah, that’s it, just a little bit more…just like that…just li—what the hell is that?”
Oh shit. He struggled to keep her from pitching into the water. “I swear, I’m sorry, I can’t help it. Let go of the net and I can put you down—”
“What? The net’s stuck on a nail. My arms aren’t long enough to reach.”
Thank God she was more focused on the net than on him. “Okay, just let go and I’ll get it.”
Cal loosened his hold around Lara’s waist. She leaned back against him and for the first time seemed to notice the erection pressing against her.
Turning her head, she looked over her shoulder at him. Her face flushed, eyes smoky, she blinked slowly as if unable to decide what to do next. Cal felt his tensed fists relax and open over her hips, the unconscious motion drawing her against him. Her teeth grazed her bottom lip and—she jerked forward out of his lap and off the dock with a scream.
“Lara!” Cal leapt forward, jumping into the water after her. It was deep enough that his feet didn’t hit bottom when he went in, but the chill of the water took his breath away. Kicking to break the surface, his foot snagged on something. He tried to sweep it off but the other foot got caught in the motion. The damn netting.
Pulling with his arms, his head bobbed up and he sucked in a lung full of wet salty air. “Lara!” He spun around in place finally catching sight of her beneath the surface
a few feet away.
He dove towards her, caught her arm with his hand and, with one heave, pulled her head above the water. “Let go of the damn net, Lara!”
She gasped for breath, her hair stuck in streaks down her face. Nodding, she held onto him as he pulled with one arm through the choppy waves to get back to the dock. She grabbed onto the ladder and tried to climb, but stopped. “It’s stuck around my leg.”
Cal ducked under the surface to her leg. He worked the netting off her sneaker and then freed his own legs as well. “Climb out, your teeth are chattering.”
Lara went up the ladder ahead of him, her small, round ass rocking from side to side as she pulled past each rung. And as if that wasn’t enough, her soaked clothing was completely transparent. He could see her pink thong and what looked like a matching pink bra like they were all she had on. He wanted to pull her back down and press her against the ladder, grind between her legs—
“Are you coming?” She stood a step from the edge of the dock, her arms locked around her waist leaving a clear view of her perfect tits with their marble hard nipples poking through two layers of sodden fabric at him.
He didn’t remember her nipples being so big, or ever looking that hard. Her shorts were bunched tight between her legs, providing a spectacular view of her little lace-covered pussy. Even with the cold water assault on his skin, his cock pressed painfully against the front of his shorts and suddenly he realized this little show went both ways. Clearing his throat, he said, “Head on in to the boathouse. I’ll be right there.”
Lara looked over her shoulder and then back down at him, confused.
“Go ahead, grab some towels if you’ve got some. I’m coming.”
“Okay.” She nodded and turned to go, leaving him at least the walk in to get his dick under control.
Hoisting the blasted pile of netting over his shoulder, he climbed the ladder and followed the alluring sway of hips and muscle into the boathouse.
Chapter Seven
Cal pushed through the front door, thankful to get out of the wind. To the left, sails and boats were racked against the wall, ropes hung in perfect coils, buoys and life jackets in neat rows. To the right, cabinets and bench seating lined the periphery. A table, chairs and a long couch occupied the center of the room.
Lara was on her tiptoes stretching for towels in a high cabinet. Her soaked outfit hugged her skin revealing every secret detail of her body. A tiny mole on the right cheek of her ass, the curve of her waist, the hollows and ridges of an athletic build, the pink panties…his mouth watered.
“Let me get those for you.”
She turned around, surprise lighting her face. “You got the net, I love you!” She leapt into his arms and planted a quick kiss on his mouth.
