Leah held Quinn’s softening cock in her hand until he was through his climax, then she scampered to the small bathroom below and grabbed a washcloth. Back on deck, she was glad she’d lit the two lanterns because it was quickly fading to pitch black beyond the shadowed edges of the boat.

“We may have missed the sunset,” Quinn rasped as she cleaned him up.

“I don’t know.” She grinned, feeling pretty satisfied with herself—and him. “I think we got the best part of it.”

“I’ll say.” He lifted his arm, and she slid against his body, resting her head on his shoulder. “That was incredible. And we didn’t even get to the condoms I packed.”

She snorted. “Always prepared.”

“You know it.” She fluttered her fingertips against his side, and he shuddered. “What? I didn’t know how long you’d keep me your captive prisoner on this boat. Gotta be ready for anything.”

She snuggled closer, smoothing her palm out to stroke his skin more firmly. Nicer. A rewarding pet for a job well done. “How long can I keep you here?”

“I think that depends on how much food they packed us.”

“Damn it, I forgot to tell them I needed stores for a complete kidnapping scenario,” she said dryly. “So just dinner, then.”

He looked into the darkness beyond the boat. “We could head back in time for breakfast. My resort makes a mean waffle.”

So they could sleep together. She rolled her lower lip through her teeth. He’d made the offer. It was for her to accept or counter or reject, and her heart was screaming at her that the only option was the first one. “Waffles?”

“You think you could handle more of my company?”

She climbed on top of him and cupped his face in her hands. “It would be my pleasure. And yours if you continue to be good.”

His stomach growled, and he grinned. “Do you think we should finally eat that dinner?”

It wasn’t that funny, but Leah dissolved into giggles and didn’t stop until Quinn had rolled her onto her back and kissed her into silence.

“Seriously,” he breathed against her lips. “I’m starving. And no longer just for you.”

“Then let’s eat,” she whispered back, even though at that moment she wanted his weight to press down on her forever.

He helped her up, then opened the basket. There were individual containers of coleslaw, skewered meat, dipping sauces, hard-boiled eggs, fresh fruit, and a chocolate truffle selection she almost pounced on before remembering her manners. “They’ve put soda in here,” he said, twisting around. “But I’ve got a bottle of wine if we’re not going to be sailing again tonight.”

“No, I don’t think we will be.” She giggled again as he leaped up. Definitely not going anywhere any time soon. Quinn Parry had energy to burn, and she planned to put him through his paces.

* * *

They’d stumbled into the small bed in the cabin, happily full of food and wine, and fooled around again before falling asleep, sated and sweat-slicked. Even though they’d talked casually about the condoms he’d brought, Leah hadn’t made any move past the super-dirty versions of second and third base they’d hit over and over again.

So when he woke up at dawn with her mouth on his cock and a firm hand planted on his chest, he assumed he was getting a morning blow job.

Which he was, but as soon as she figured out he was awake, she pulled off with a slurp that made his nuts ache and wiggled a condom in the air. “Good morning.”

“It certainly is.” He hesitated, because he didn’t want to be a buzzkill, but Leah deserved his full consideration on this point. On every point, really. “I wasn’t sure you wanted to put those to use.”

She ripped open the foil and slicked her fingers over the lubricated latex as she eyed his flexing cock. “I don’t always. I like the other stuff a lot. Sometimes that’s all I want. And a girl can never be too safe. Is that cool?”

“One hundred percent.” He was down with whatever she wanted. Getting off was getting off, and it was even better with her.

“But last night was…” She licked her lips and shrugged. “It was really good. And I woke up wanting you. I didn’t think you’d mind?”

“Mind? I don’t. I won’t, ever. Feel free to wake me up like that all week.”

“I just might.” She took a deep breath. “And now…I want you inside me.”

“Yeah?” He wanted that, too. “It’s okay if we don’t.”

“I know. And that’s why I want to.”

He exhaled roughly as she sheathed him, then swung her leg over his body, trapping his cock between his belly and her very wet pussy. “God, yes. Rub yourself on me. I wanted to do this last night.”

“You did?” She made an appreciative, earthy moan as she rocked herself against his length. “Oh, yeah. You feel good. Hard and long. You’re going to feel so big pushing into me.”

Her fucking mouth. Listening to her talk was its own version of grade-A sex. “Tell me more.”

Her eyes lit up as she lifted her hands and tangled them in her sex-and-sleep-mussed hair. “I want to ride you until you lose control. Until you turn into my very own bucking bronco.”

“Won’t take much.”

“But you’ll fight it, won’t you? Because you’ll try to make it last for me.” She gasped and tipped her head back, and he wasn’t sure how good he could be for her when she was doing her damnedest to get him off before he even got inside her.

“Leah…” he growled.

And she laughed. The minx.

“Fuck me or accept the consequences of writhing on top of me like a goddamn pinup queen.”

She stopped mid-roll-of-the-hips and blinked down at him. “Too much?”

Never. He grinned and squeezed her hips, lifting her up enough for his cock to bounce to attention—and smack her in the clit. “Put that monster inside you and let me make you scream.”

Her eyes sparkled at his choice of words, he hoped, but then her smile slipped a bit as she wrapped her fist around him and fit him against her soft, wet entrance. His breath caught in his throat at the glimpse of raw emotion playing out—or maybe just reflecting off him. Because raw was suddenly how he felt as she sank an inch onto him, enveloping him with tight heat.

Fuck. “Oh, baby,” he breathed, running his palms down her thighs, then back up again as those muscles worked, lifting her up, then lowering again as she took more of him inside her body.

Maybe it was the mind-fuck of her admission that she didn’t have intercourse with all her lovers. That wasn’t exactly what she said. But it was how he was interpreting it, because it made this moment more special, and for the first time in a long, long time, Quinn wanted special.

And he wanted it with Leah.

As she engulfed him in her slick channel, his eyes unfocused and he gave himself over to the sensation. She buried him to the hilt, and when he thought he couldn’t get any deeper inside her, she flexed her hips and squeezed around him.

Good didn’t begin to describe it.

He reached for her breasts, cupping the swollen flesh as she rode him, his thumbs finding her nipples even as he tipped his head back, his eyelids sliding shut. Her body fit his perfectly. Her thighs straddled his hips, her pussy took every last inch of his cock, and her tits overflowed his hands with perfect softness. She was the entire package, and not just physically. Each passing minute he spent with her filled him with an increasingly savage possessiveness.

Could a woman like Leah ever be his? Could she belong to anyone, let along a man like Quinn, who’d practically made a second profession out of being free as a bird?

He pushed himself up so he could sit and urged her to wrap her legs around him. The flow of their bodies turned into a rocking grind, clit against pelvic bone, cock against cervix. He thrust into her, holding her hips as she wound her arms around his neck and kissed him, a drugging embrace that made his head spin and his dick pulse.

“I wanna be on top,” he muttered, and she whimpered and nodded as she kept kissing him. A quick flip and he was pinning her to the mattress. Fuck yes. He snapped his hips into her, then pushed deeper still. All the way inside her.

He ground out her name as he found her gaze and held it. His last coherent thought was just how fucking pretty she was, all wide-eyed and climbing toward an orgasm, before she arched beneath him, sliding her pussy half off his cock, and his brain short-circuited.

He slammed back into her, chasing her up the mattress as she dug her heels into his ass, her fingernails into his shoulders, and at some point they reached the bulkhead. Instead of stopping, they both reached up and slammed their hands against the teak paneling. No stopping. Not until she came on his dick and he found his own release deep inside her.

“So close,” she breathed, grinding up against him from below.

He reared up on his knees and hitched her hips closer to him so he could surge into her and roll his thumb over her clit at the same time.

The view of his cock thrusting in and out of her body was the dirty cherry on top. Desire spooled hard and fast deep in his gut as he picked up speed. “Gonna come, gonna fill you up, gonna…” He went harder and faster as she pushed into him, pressing off the wall and arching her back. The boat rocked with them as her body spasmed in climax, milking his own orgasm out of him. With a shout, he buried himself deep and let the crashing wave of pleasure consume him.