Page 11 of Fake Out


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“Having fun?” I ask.

“You know it.” He winks at me. “When I grow up, I want a boat like this.”

I shrug. “We can use this one anytime we want.”

His smile falls so fast, a burst of worry flushes my blood. What did I say? Is he not thinking about a future like I am? Maybe I’m overthinking and he just wants a boat of his own.

I step up to him and put my hand on his back. There’s warmth in his gaze as he turns to me, and it ebbs the unease inside me.

He gestures with a nod. “Want to go over there, to the secluded cove?”

I grin, guessing what he has in mind. “Sure.”

He turns the boat and once we’re in the cove he asks, “Want to drop anchor?”

I nod. “Want me to teach you?”

“Yup.”

For the next few minutes, I show him how to drop anchor and explain the difference between fluke and plow anchors and show him how we determine the depths. I love the way he listens so carefully. Once we secure the boat, he pulls me to him and glances at the sky.

“Can we sleep out here?”

“It might get cold.”

“If I promise to keep you warm, will you say yes?” he asks, his voice eager, his eyes hopeful and full of heat.

I grin, pretty sure I’d say yes to anything this man suggests. “How exactly do you plan to keep me warm?”

He tugs down the zipper on my jacket. “First, we’ll have to remove this.”

I arch a brow. “I’m not sure removing my clothes is the best way to warm me.”

He takes my hand and we step back inside the cabin of the boat. He pushes my coat from my shoulders, and then shrugs out of his. “You’re going to have to trust me on this, Josie.”

Trust…

Do I trust Jesse? Yes, I totally do and trust doesn’t come that easily to me. But he has never given me a reason not to trust him.

“Okay,” I say. “I trust you.”

He goes still for the briefest of seconds, an almost spooked look in his eyes. It disappears as quickly as it appeared. Did I imagine it or is something strange going on with him tonight? I’m about to ask, but he slides his big hands under my sweater, and brings me close. My worried thoughts evaporate as his mouth lands on mine, and that’s when I realize tonight is for pleasure, not talking. But the truth is, I want more, which means soon we’re going to have to have a conversation.

“Arms up,” he commands in that sexy voice that arouses me, and I quickly oblige. My body quakes as he peels my sweater off. Partly because it knows what’s to come, and partly because it’s been far too long since we’ve been alone together. I want to change that. I want more time in his arms—naked—not just when we’re out with our friends and they go off together. I want us to be together for no other reason than we want to be together. Sometimes I feel like Kendra and Dane’s support cast, their sidekicks, and in my heart, I want to be this man’s number one. Is that asking too much? I’m not sure, because everything in the way he looks at me with adoration, and touches me with heat and hunger, I don’t think it is too much.

He growls as he drops my sweater to the floor and I stand before him in my bra and yoga pants. Yes, I know how much he loves my curve-hugging pants and yes, I wore them tonight on purpose.

“I’ve missed these,” he says, and unhooks my bra to take my breasts into his big palms. “I never got to spend enough time here.” He bends and takes one nipple into his mouth and I groan, throw my head back and rake my fingers through his hair. He licks and nibbles and sucks until the sensations barrelling through my body settle deep between my legs. My sex moistens, and I rock against him, needing him to fill me. Now.

“Need something, babe?” he asks around my nipple, and I whimper and put my hand on his cock, thrilled to find him rock hard and ready.

You do this to him, Josie.

That thought thrills me, and my heart thunders as I rub him. “I don’t think I’m the only one who needs something,” I respond, and he pushes against my hand as he moves his mouth to my other nipple. Every lick takes my pleasure to new heights, and my mouth waters to taste him.

“Could this be what you need?” I ask, putting my hands on his shoulders to push him back an inch.

There’s confusion on his face, but it quickly morphs to hunger as I drop to my knees and free his engorged cock. I take him into my mouth, savoring the tangy pre-cum as he grunts and juts his hips forward. I really love the way he responds to me.

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