Sea Haven 01 - Water Bound

slowing bringing the material up so he could caress her bare skin. He didn’t mind meeting challenges, but there was something amazing about skimming over the water in the early morning with the sun pouring down on them, and the feel of soft, warm skin against his palms. He believed he might be the luckiest man in the world.
    He savored the moment, resting his chin on her shoulder, holding his body tight against hers as he massaged her legs and buttocks, feeling the vibration of the engine and the rise and fall of the waves beneath them. He took his time, sliding his hand between her legs to push against her inner thighs, insisting she widen her stance. She took the direction, her hips moving back against him.
    He leaned into her. “You’re not supposed to move. You only get to stand there.” Deliberately he bit her neck again, found her soft skin too warm and enticing to do anything but linger so he added his mark, all the while he cupped her mound in the palm of his hand.
    He felt her breath hitch in her lungs. Damp, welcoming heat met his palm. He took his time, using a slow, gentle hand, fingers circling and rubbing, slipping into her to test those tight silken muscles and tease her sensitive bud, only to slide away when her hips bucked against his hand. He didn’t know who had more control—Rikki or him.
    Her soft little whimper, Lev, went straight to his heart. He went to his knees, staying behind her, leaning in to take a nip at the delicious indentation in her hip, right where the raindrops started, those shimmering, enticing drops he loved to follow up—or down—her leg. He started at the bottom and found each one, swirling his tongue along that familiar path. He followed the intriguing little drops up her thigh to her hip.
    “I think you need to add to this tattoo.” He murmured as he kissed his way to the front of her thigh. “You need a drop here.” He nipped her inner thigh. “And here.” He nipped again, higher, near the blazing heat. “And here.” His tongue plunged deep and one of her hands fisted in his hair. It was 302

    long enough, shaggy enough for her to get a good grip, but he sent her flying anyway.
    She cried out, a soft sound the birds diving for fish answered as they plunged deep into the sea. Please.
    I intent to always please you.
    He stood behind her, her skirt billowing in the wind, one arm circled her waist, locking her to him, and he entered her, welding them together with her scorching heat. The vibrations of the engine ran up his legs to their joined bodies. The boat flew over the water, her hand steady on the hehn.
    They were joined together, one skin, hearts pounding the rhythm of the sea and nothing-nothing could have been better.
    He was exactly where he wanted to be. Where he was supposed to be.
    This was his world-Rikki-and he had everything.
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