The moon is a vicious scar tonight, slicing the sky wide as I steer the trawler back to the hidden cove. She’s perched on the bow, naked, water still beading on her skin from her swim to meet me. Her eyes lock on mine as I kill the engine, the boat drifting to shore with a soft crunch of gravel.
I don’t wait for it to stop.
I grab her by the waist, lift her off the bow like she weighs nothing, and jump the rail with her in my arms. My boots hit the riverbank hard, gravel scattering, and I carry her ten paces up the shore before slamming her back against a twisted driftwood tree. The rough bark bites her skin; she gasps, but it’s not pain—it’s fire.
She wraps her legs around me, heels digging into my ass, pulling me in. I rip my shirt over my head, jeans shoved down in one rough pull, c*
