Maybe it was their earlier argument fueling his need, and maybe it was because he always wanted Brenna. He reached for her breast, cupping it through the material of her shirt.
She moaned against his mouth, his dick twitching in response to the sound. He reached up under her shirt and bra so he could feel her skin and rub his fingers against her nipple until it tightened and pebbled.
The sounds she made drove him crazy, made him want to strip her naked and lick her all over. And damn this fucking bed for being so small and so hard to maneuver around. He managed to get her pants and underwear off. She rose up, bumping her head on the ceiling and letting out a string of curses that made them both laugh. He unhooked her bra, banging his elbow on the wall as he worked to get the straps down and pull the bra off.
“This fucking boat,” she said while maneuvering around the tiny bed.
“Hey, at least we’re not trying to do this topside.”
“Trust me, we would not be doing this topside. I’m not into exhibitionism.”
He kissed her breast, taking a long lap of her nipple. “Come on, where’s your sense of adventure?”
She sighed. “Down here. Where it’s private.”
He trailed his fingers along her ribs, down her stomach, cupping her sex and teasing her clit, then traveling lower until he slipped a finger inside her, rewarded with her gasp. “You mean if I got you all hot and bothered you wouldn’t straddle my lap on the chairs topside and let me fuck you until you screamed?”
She shuddered, arching against his fingers. “Yes. I would. Do it now. Make me scream, Finn.”
He moved his fingers against her, finding her clit, making sure to go slow at first, until she let him know she wanted more. And when she did, he gave it to her, her body writhing against his hand, making him sweat with all the hot sounds she made, the movements of her body, the way she looked at him, grabbing at his wrist as she came.
He held her while she shuddered, until her body relaxed. She looked up at him, her lips curving.
“Okay, done now. Let’s go fish.”
“You’re funny. My dick is hard as a rock.”
She reached between them to stroke his shaft. “Oh, and I suppose you want to do something about that.”
He sucked in a breath, enjoying the feel of her touching him. “Unless you want me to go topside with a boner. Then what would our boat neighbors think?”
“It would be scandalous. We should stay down here in this tiny bed and take care of your immediate problem.”
She pushed on his chest and he moved. He thought she was going to get up so he flopped onto his back on the bed. But she didn’t get up. She surprised the hell out of him by straddling him.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
She wrapped both hands around his swollen cock. “Playing.”
His heartbeat quickened as she inched down his body, teasing him with bites and kisses along the way.
“Brenna,” he said, though her name might have come out as a choked whisper, because her lips wrapped around his dick and he lost the ability for coherent thought.
Her mouth was warm and wet and her tongue flicked against the head of his cock, making his balls quiver. The feeling of release tightened inside him, but he held it back because the vision of her sucking him was the hottest damn thing he’d ever seen and he wanted it to last forever.
But it couldn’t, because her mouth was too sweet and he was about to lose it.
“Brenna,” he warned, reaching down to wrap his hand around her neck to pull her up.
She shoved his hand away and gave him more. He lost it, shuddering hard as he came.
He lay there for long minutes, his eyes closed as he came to the realization that his limbs were heavy and he might not be able to move ever again.
But then he felt Brenna’s head on his chest, and her fingers trailing over his stomach.
And okay, he could still move his toes, though he might have lost a few brain cells.
Worth it.
“So, how’s fishing?” she asked.
He grinned. “Best day ever.”
She laughed, rolled over and lifted her head to look up at him. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a drink.”
He pulled her up so he could kiss her, then said, “Yeah, I’m thirsty, too.”
They managed to maneuver out of the tiny bed and get dressed. Murphy had apparently given up on them and made his way topside, so they went upstairs.
Murphy was curled up on one of the cushioned benches, asleep, the breeze ruffling his fur.
“I think he’s enjoying the boat,” she said.
Finn wrapped his arm around Brenna and kissed her, a long, satisfying kiss that made him want to drag her back downstairs. But the cramped quarters and the lure of more fishing made him rethink that idea. Besides, there was always later.
Brenna pulled out a thermos of iced tea and poured it into their cups. They settled back into their seats and Finn adjusted the fishing poles back in the water.
After several hours they caught a couple more fish, and then the skies clouded up.
“Looks like rain’s coming in,” he said. “We should head back.”
She nodded and they packed everything up. Finn started the engine and they headed back to the dock. They got the boat on the trailer and out of the water just in time for fat droplets of rain to start falling.
By the time they’d exited the park, it was a deluge of rain.
Finn looked through the windshield. “We left the water just in time.”
“We sure did. I would have hated to be out in this.”
“We could have gone below to stay dry.”
She looked over him. “Uh-huh. With high waves and everything. Sounds utterly nauseating.”
He laughed. “But romantic, right?”
“Sure, Finn. Totally romantic. Until I throw up on you.”
“You get seasick when the boat rocks?”
“Definitely. Just ask my dad about the time the waves were high and he insisted on taking us fishing anyway. It was not a fun day for me—or for him.”
“I’m sorry. Not easy when you get seasick.”
“I’m sure you’ve never had a seasick day in your life.”
“That’s true, but I grew up by the sea, was out on boats a lot, so I got my sea legs when I was old enough to stand. You’re not used to being out on the water a lot. You did good today, though.”
She looked out the window. “The water was calm. And we weren’t at sea.”