The boat rocks dead in the water, engine cold, moon fat and silver above me. I’m at the rail, shirtless, salt crusting my skin, when she rises.
No warning.
Just two pale hands gripping the gunwale and then her whole naked body vaulting over the side like a blade of moonlight made flesh. Water streams off her t**s, her stomach, down to the dark triangle between her thighs. Her eyes are wild green, lips parted, breath already ragged.
I don’t speak. Neither does she.
She stalks across the deck, bare feet slapping wet wood, and slams both palms into my chest so hard I hit the wheelhouse wall. My c**k is already rock-hard, straining against my jeans. She feels it, grinds her slick p***y against the ridge once, and bites my bottom lip until I taste blood.
That’s it. Game over.
I grab her a
