gave him a broad smile, then eyed the ropes at the dock. “Are we ready to go?”
The boat was ready, but he wasn’t, not entirely. Asking Jenna to spend the afternoon with him on his boat hadn’t been his brightest plan. They’d be stuck out on the lake. Alone.
“We’re all set,” he said as he untied the Sea Ray from the dock.
She moved next to him. He flinched at her closeness, battled the need to pull her against him. Instead, he dropped the rope and pushed off the dock. The boat rocked and she grabbed his forearms. Smiling, he wrapped his hands just below her waist, until she gained her balance. Man, did she feel good, soft and curvy. Her flowery scent made him want to bury his face in her hair. Lick the smooth arch of her neck, nip her small earlobes, and kiss her lush, tempting lips.
A pretty, pink blush stained her sun-kissed cheeks. She nervously shifted her gaze to the sky. “I thought I saw a chance of rain today. Maybe we should hang out here for a while and make sure it’s safe for boating.”
Luke eyed the blue sky. Fat, puffy white clouds drifted with the breeze. Although the weather off the lake tended to be unpredictable, he suspected Jenna was looking for an easy exit. Maybe she felt the same apprehension he did. Other than last night on her front porch, they’d never been truly alone.
“The weather’s fine. If you’d rather not go, I understand.” He did and would respect her wishes. He respected her, damn it.
She relaxed and grinned. “Well, after the way Darci worked me like a dog this morning, and how you slaved at the office, I think we both deserve a little fun and relaxation.”
He gave her ponytail a quick tug. “Yes we do,” he said, then led her to the cockpit, offering her the cushioned seat next to the captain’s chair.
He turned the ignition, and the motor came to life, twirling and churning the water. Waving to a passing boat, he then shifted gears, taking them along a small finger toward the open lake. He veered the boat out of the No Wake Zone, and once he reached Lake Erie, he moved the throttle, then took the Sea Ray up to forty miles per hour. With the motor humming and the wind whipping, they fell into a comfortable silence. As they passed other boaters, Luke caught every guy ogling Jenna. Tempting and gorgeous, he couldn’t blame them.
She leaned back in the passenger chair. The sun’s rays highlighted her golden head, kissed her tanned cheeks. She flashed him a smile, then slipped on a pair of sunglasses, making her look very Hollywood.
Damn, how he’d love to see that smile every day. Wake up to it, go to bed with it. Any other time, that thought would have scared the shit out him. But he’d grown tired of playing the scene.
Up until a few years ago, he’d never cared if he went to bed alone or woke by himself, as long as he’d gotten laid. Then the quick satisfaction sex had offered began to become too quick for his liking. He’d started to feel as if something was missing.
While searching for that missing link he’d met Monica. She’d turned out to be a total gold digger. As a Senior Manager for the accounting firm Dryscal & Myers, he did well for himself. He had a great condo, a boat, could take nice vacations, but apparently he still hadn’t met Monica’s social climbing standards. Then there was Tina. She was cute and fun, until she told him she was carrying his baby. One thing Luke prided himself with was playing it safe. He never had sex without a condom. Besides, Tina claimed to be six weeks pregnant and they’d only been dating for three weeks. He hadn’t needed a calculator to do the math. The baby wasn’t his.
After his disastrous, albeit brief, relationships, he went back to unfulfilling one-night-stands. Then, one by one, his friends started getting married and settling down. He’d meet those buddies out for beers, and they’d tell him how lucky he was to still be single. How they envied his freedom. As they expanded their
Maggie Ryan, Blushing Books