He nodded, smiling a little at the splotch of ink on her cheek. "In that case, pass me the knife. I'll make it quick."
He'd assumed she'd turn away while he killed it, but she didn't. When it was dead in the bottom of the boat, she smiled at him a little shakily.
"Now there's just one more thing we need to do." She jerked the knot of her sarong loose. The cloth fell off her body, leaving her in nothing but her bikini. His chest tightened. Did she have any idea how beautiful she was, even with black in her hair, and ink spattered over her arm and shoulder? No, especially with black splashes over her. She was more stunning with the ink, because somehow the marks did nothing but make her more herself.
Suzie wasn't some fragile beauty, too afraid of messing her hair or breaking a nail to have any real fun. She was the exciting, crazy woman who, even as a girl, had dared to do whatever she wanted and had never seemed afraid. Back then, Suzie had been a force of nature. He hadn't been the only boy at school secretly in love with her, not by a long shot. Her wildness had been sexy as hell. It still was.
As if she knew what he was thinking, Suzie stood up, making the tender rock crazily. With one smooth motion she dived over the side. He had to grab hold of the seat as the little tender bucked furiously from the force of her exit, but her lithe body cut through the water with barely a splash.
Her head popped up a short distance away, her red hair slicked back from her face. She grinned and let her feet float up in front of her so her red toenails popped out of the water. "Coming in? Or are you fond of your new look?"
Nate frowned. Now their fishing competition was over, he should get back to fixing the yacht's electrics.
"Suzie-"
She splashed him, laughing. "Bet you can't catch me." Ducking under, she swam through the clear water as easily as if she'd been born with gills.
He was hot and ink-smeared, and she was obviously having fun. Besides, he'd almost replaced every burnt-out circuit, so it wouldn't take him long to finish.
Screw it.
He dived in and swam a little, loving the coolness of the water after the heat of the day. Floating on his back, he luxuriated in the feeling of freedom and peace. The sky was intensely, beautifully blue. A perfect day.
A hand grabbed his shoulder and shoved him under the surface. He came up coughing and laughing, swearing vengeance. Suzie was laughing too, swimming away as fast as she could. She shrieked with mock fear as he caught her and slipped one arm around her waist. Treading water, he pulled her close.
He meant to dunk her, but her slippery, almost-naked body felt too good. He was instantly hard. And he didn't want to let her go.
The laughter died on her lips as her face came close to his. Her green eyes were wide. Could she feel how hard he was?
Her legs locked around his waist. Her weight sunk him, so they both went under.
He didn't care.
Her lips were under his. When they surfaced, her mouth opened for him. It was hard to kiss her when he had to paddle to stay afloat and the sea water kept splashing in their faces.
He didn't care.
Her mouth was warm and salty. She was the best thing he'd ever tasted. Her legs were hooked around his hips and with every movement he made, she rubbed against his hardness.
He couldn't get any friction in the water. Couldn't hold her as close as he needed to. But her mouth was there for him, and her slippery body was around him, and that made everything perfect.
Almost perfect.
He needed all of her.
Blinking water out of his eyes, he tugged her bikini top aside to release her breasts. She threw her head back so her hair trailed in the water and her face was up to the sun.
Since his teenaged years, he'd imagined what her breasts might look like countless times. In his dreams, they'd been perfect.
In real life, they were so much better.
But he couldn't kiss them in the water. He couldn't tongue her nipples or stroke her curves. He couldn't even take hold of her properly. Like a mermaid, she kept slipping from his grip. No, not a mermaid, a siren, one of those legendary sea creatures so beautiful they lured sailors to their deaths.
There was no way to have her in the ocean, and the knowledge made his arousal so strong it was painful. He'd try anyway. If he drowned in the process, at least he'd die happy.
He kissed her neck, biting and sucking the salt water from her skin. With one hand he cupped her ass, slipping his hand under her bikini bottom. He wanted to feel her. Ached to slip his finger inside her. But with her legs and arms around him, he was the only one keeping them afloat. When he didn't use both hands to paddle, his face slipped under. Getting a mouthful of sea water was well worth it. But unless his wish came true and he suddenly grew gills, he couldn't properly stroke her where he wanted to.
She could touch him though.
With her legs around him she was riding higher than him in the water, and in no danger of drowning. He could see a gleeful glint in her eye as she recognized he couldn't use his hands without going under.
She pushed his swimming shorts down to take hold of him and run her hand along his length. Her touch made him groan with pleasure even as he swallowed more water. He felt like a volcano about to erupt.
The only places he could reach her to kiss her were underwater, and he wanted to taste her skin, not just salt. He wanted to lick her until she screamed for mercy.
She'd shoved his shorts down so far they were in danger of coming right off, but who cared? He'd rip her bikini right off too, to get rid of everything that was between them.
When she wrapped her legs around him again, he kicked his legs up and pushed his hips forward to rub his erection against her crotch. If only he could get the friction he needed. The way they bumped together then were pushed apart was an exquisite kind of torture.
"You're going to kill me," he told her, panting with excursion.
Her grin grew wider. "You figured out my evil plan."
Then she must have yanked her bikini bottom to one side, because he felt soft skin against his cock instead of fabric. She slid her bare pussy up and down his shaft, pressing hard enough that he groaned with pleasure.
With her head dropped back, and her eyes closed, she moaned too. "Oh that feels good. I need more."
He did too, but they had to get back on board. Though he'd drown with a smile on his face, he'd far rather do this properly.
"Let's go-."
Then his words turned into a grunt of surprise as she grabbed his shaft and guided it to her opening. He took her waist and thrust inside her. She felt incredible. But the force of the movement pushed them both under so deeply that he had to kick hard to get their heads above water again.
She was still clinging to him, refusing to be put off, even as she coughed. She pushed down on him again, trying to get his length completely into her. But he had nothing to push up on but the endless depths underneath his kicking feet, so they went under the surface again. And worse, he wasn't completely inside her. He couldn't bury himself in her like he burned to do.
He had to get her back on board. Now.
"Come on. Let's do this properly." He yanked his swimming shorts back over his throbbing erection, then took her hand and tugged her with him as he swam to the tender. When he gave her a boost to heave her on board, her bikini was still pushed to one side. The view as she scrambled into the boat was enough to make him groan with agony.
By the time he'd gotten himself up too, she'd put her bikini back in place. A shame. She was so lovely, it should be a crime for her to cover up.
Her eyes were very blue and she was breathing quickly. He wanted to reach for her, but he wasn't about to make do with wooden seats on a small tender when there was a comfortable yacht just a minute or two away. With one hard yank on the starter cable, the engine roared into life and he raced to the yacht as fast as it could go.
He didn't wait to unload the gear, just took the squid into the galley and dropped it in a bowl filled with water to keep cool. She followed him, her eyes still that brilliant blue, her hair a gorgeous, tangled mess. When he'd finished with the squid and turned, her bikini was on the floor and she was disappearing, naked, into the master cabin.
11
Suzie grabbed a towel for her hair and sat on the bed. She couldn't quite believe she'd walked naked into the bedroom without worrying about how she looked or what he'd think. But the way Nate looked at her filled her with confidence. And she was so horny, she was tempted to slip one hand between her legs to caress where she ached.
No more doubts. No more over-thinking things. If she didn't do this, her nether regions were going to burst.
Where was he? If he didn't hurry she'd have to start without him.
Nate came into the doorway and stopped, looking at her. He was still wearing his swimming shorts and his arousal was obvious. The sight made her want him even more. And now she knew what had taken him so long - he had a box of condoms in one hand. He really was a genius.