“What are you—?” Clearly, she created brain fog for him because it took a beat to understand what she was doing. When her shorts hit the deck and she kicked off her shoes, he couldn’t do anything but stand back and watch as she stepped up to the edge of the boat and, after a quick wave and grin at him, dived over the side. She disappeared into the depths like a mermaid. He moved closer, heart in his throat, until he saw her surface a few feet away from Blue Blood. She slicked back her hair and bobbed to the surface, a contented smile on her face. “It’s glorious in here!” With the calm water and the clear sky, he could hear her without trouble. “I couldn’t stand being cooped up on that boat for another second.” David grinned. He’d never been seduced into stopping his boat before. She swam effortlessly until she twisted, tucked and dived back under. When she popped up again, she was reaching for the ladder at the side of the boat. “Are you coming in or not?” “Not sure I can beat t
Bonnie kneeled beside the turtle, which had gone scarily still. “I’m so sorry this happened to you.” She plucked at the kelp and plastic debris until she could see the shell glistening in the sun. “There you are. Aren’t you a beauty.” The turtle jerked, flippers flapping as if it suddenly realized it wasn’t in the water. “David , she’s getting restless. You’d better hurry!” “Get those knees up! Work it. Work it!” “Hush, Duchess,” Bonnie snapped. “Got a few different ones. Here.” David dropped down on the other side of the animal. “Cut near the shell if you can.” “Right.” She shoved her wet hair out of her face, lifted a section of the line and pried it free just enough to slip the sharp blade under it. When she broke through, other sections of the line slackened. “Shouldn’t take too much longer,” she said. They worked as one, moving quickly to cut the turtle free. She unwound the last bit of line from around the flipper. The turtle waved it around as if testing that it still
“It’s really good,” she moaned around a mouthful of spicy tomato sauce and melted cheese. “It is. You’ll have to try Zane’s when we get to High Tide Harbor. It’s even better.” “I'm sure it will be,” she said. “Best pizza I ever had was in this little town in Italy. My Grams and I took cooking lessons one summer. Pulled the tomatoes right off the vines on the villa property where we stayed. Now that’s an experience.” He glanced away, his jaw tensing. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t a fan of the real stuff. "Okay. So back to what I was about to tell you… I spoke to your father.” The slice of pizza stopped halfway to her mouth and she shook her head. "Okay… so what did he say?" she asked. David reached for another slice and Bonnie considered if they should order a second pie. As if he read her mind, he signaled their server, ordered another beer and, to Bonnie's amusement, another pizza. “I think he's beginning to get used to the idea of you not being home. I told him you were fine and sa
Darkness descended and Bonnie waited, minute after minute, breath after breath, for the worry to cease and the calm to return. One call from her dad and she was right back in the lonely hole she’d been trying so desperately to climb out of. She sighed, regret lodged in her chest. She couldn't blame David. How could he not doubt her when there were times she doubted herself? Duchess’s talons clipped along the fiber-glass deck as she approached Bonnie and dropped her new toy, the plastic keys, into Bonnie's lap. Bonnie managed a weak smile and drew her finger down the parrot’s head. “You’re such a pretty girl, Duchess.” she whispered. “Make it work.” Duchess bobbed her head. “You’re also lucky, Duchess. Flying from boat to boat. Nothing to worry about other than who you’re going to annoy next. No one to disappoint.” “No one’s disappointed in you, Bonnie.” David's voice echoed out of the darkness. She was shocked when she heard him and even embarrassed that he'd heard her, but sh
In unselfconscious masculine display, he dragged one hand through his chest hair, scratching a little, then flexed his shoulder and rotated his head. Bonnie’s mouth went dry. In something of a rasp, she asked, "What are you doing?" "It's a bit warm out here." He glanced down at her. "And I'm a little stiff." So saying, he turned to head inside and Bonnie caught sight of a bruise on his ribs. "David ." She was out of her chair in a flash, catching his arm and holding him still. "What happened to you here?" He looked down at the darkening flesh she indicated. "Nothing serious. Just bruised myself a little when I went to check on the engine." Wishing she could soothe him, even heal him, her fingertips grazed over his warm skin. "I'm sorry." she said softly. His gaze stayed on her face, piercing and bright. "No problem, Bonnie. You getting hungry?" She jerked, but she didn't reply. Instead she took an automatic step toward him. Good Lord, the man oozed sex appeal. She could
They spoke in muted whispers, hers awed, his raw with arousal. Suddenly he kissed her again, so ravenously that she forgot what she was doing and her hands left him to grasp his neck, holding tight. Strong arms enclosed her, stealing her breath. Her lips were swollen, her head spinning, when David again cupped her face to place sweet little pecks on her chin, her cheeks, her forehead. "You know what I think, Bonnie?" Overwhelmed, she whispered, "What?" "That turnabout is fair play" Her stomach jumped and her heart began a wild race. When she got her eyes open, David was smiling at her. "You'll love having me touch you, Bonnie . I promise. But for right now, we should take this indoors before things get out of hand and neither one of us makes a clear headed decision." Her head would never be clear again. David nodded. "Tonight," David whispered to her, "I want to sleep with you curled that close." He didn't give her a chance to reply to that, not that she had a reply anywa
Parting her legs, he licked the joint of her thigh and groin, where her skin was ultrasmooth and delicate. "David please..." Regardless of what she said, she couldn't be ready yet. His mouth open and his kisses deliberately damp, David made his way back up her body. She grabbed him, kissing him hard, while his hands covered both her breasts. Her nipples were tight now, her breasts swollen. He caught her nipples and rolled, squeezed, tugged. She pulled her mouth away. "David…" "Shh." He kissed her again, silencing her protests while continuing to torment her nipples. The more aroused she got, the more she'd enjoy his caresses. Her legs shifted restlessly, moving alongside his until he stilled them with one of his own. Caught under him, Bonnie could barely move, and that suited David just fine. Keeping her legs trapped, he leaned up to look at her face. "I want you as ready as I am, Bon." "I am," she all but wailed. "No." Smiling, he dragged his callused fingertips ov
“Kiss, kiss, kiss.” Duchess spread her feet farther apart to keep her balance. Bonnie returned. The wind had kicked up again and the waves were starting to swell. She’d thrown on one of her sweatshirts and her deck shoes. She’d also tied her hair up and out of the way. “I’ve got everything as locked down as I can make it. What now?” “You’re going to take the chair.” He eased back a little on the speed and got up, then pulled her around him. “You’ve been watching me, right?” “Yes.” He heard the hint of nerves in her voice even as she wrapped her hands around the wheel. “This is where I follow the direction you’ve set, right?” She jerked her chin toward the indicator. “Compass is right there. Speed here.” “Right. We’re going to veer to the east and try to keep it between forty and forty-five degrees. The swells will come at us from the back, and when they start to hit, we’re going to reduce speed by at least fifty percent.” “I do that here.” She touched the lever that affected th