Chapter 6

She doesn't belong out here.

That's what Jackson kept telling himself, anyway. Charlie belonged somewhere comfortable, somewhere safe. And yet no matter how many times he repeated that fact to himself, he couldn't stop staring at the way the sun made her hair shine like burnt gold, or how the wind danced around her like it wanted to keep her here forever. Right now she was stretched out on her back beneath the sail, basking like a cat in the sun. Every once in a while she'd shift and stretch, arching that soft, curvy body toward the sails. It reminded him of the way she used to arch beneath him, lifting her body to let him go harder and deeper inside of her.

A low laugh sounded behind him. "I knew it, old boy."

He turned. It was Leo, with a can of that cheap Croatian beer in his hand and a smirk on his face.

"I knew she still had you by the balls," Leo said. "I just didn't realize how bad it was."

Jackson swung his elbow at his friend, but Leo dodged it.

"Hey, I never said I blam