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  “Of course we do. Reid gets stressed about the numbers and the marketing plans.”

  Blair smiled. “And what gets you stressed?”

  “Reid.” Justyn laughed.

  Blair grinned. Justyn had seemed like the more reserved one between the cousins when she first met them, but she was learning how much fun he was to be around. She shivered as a light breeze danced off her bare shoulders.

  “You cold?” Justyn sat next to her on the bow and wrapped one arm around her.

  “I’m ok.”

  She pulled away from his closeness. She could feel herself being sucked into his island charms, and wasn’t sure how to handle the budding feelings. This was supposed to be about sex, not feelings, she reminded herself. There was no doubt he was hot, of that she was certain. And she wouldn’t mind winding herself around that hard, muscular body.

  “Ok. Something wrong?”

  Blair rubbed her arms up and down. “No, I’m fine. Just chilly from the wind. I guess I should have worn something other than this strapless shirt.”

  She looked down at her glass, and realized in her nervous state that she had drunk the whole glass in five minutes.

  Justyn stepped back from the bow and turned to the steering column. “How about some music? I’ve got a beach music playlist. Embers or Chairmen of the Board sound good?”

  Before Blair answered, the notes of 39-21-46 drifted from the lone speaker and hovered around the boat.

  “Want to dance?” Justyn held out a hand to Blair.

  “On the boat? You dance on the boat?” She looked around at the limited space the skiff allowed.

  “Obviously, you don’t know much about boats. You can do more than just dance.” He laughed. “Come on. Dance with me.”

  He pulled her up from her perch on the bow and folded her into a dance hold. Blair remembered how well their bodies aligned last time when they danced at Shirley Lane, but this was different. They were alone—really alone.

  It was dark on the water, and except for the low light emitting from the boat’s speaker, there were no other lights. Blair realized when they were with Maggie and Reid, the other couple provided the right amount of buffer to keep Blair from fighting the growing pull she had every time Justyn touched her. She didn’t have to worry about lots of conversation and sharing. Weeks of plotting her seduction suddenly seemed insane. This didn’t feel like a conquest or a summer fling. There was nothing but Justyn’s arms wrapped around her and the moonlight dancing off the water. The song faded and Blair recognized Lady Soul belting out.

  “This is kinda cheesy, isn’t it?” Justyn looked down at Blair and wrapped his arms around her waist.

  “I’ve always kind of liked it. It reminds me of my parents.” She buried her head in his chest and swayed back and forth.

  “Parents? Uh, no, I’m changing it.” He broke away and pressed the screen on his iPhone to shuffle to another song. He smiled when another song started to play. “Ok, does this remind you of your parents?”

  Blair giggled. “No.” How did Justyn always do that? He made her laugh out of nowhere. She pulled him closer and wound her arms around him tighter. She nestled in the space below his neck and inhaled.

  “Whoa. Hold on.”

  Justyn grabbed Blair and scooped her up as the boat rocked by another wake. He brought her down to the floor of the boat before they were hit by successive waves.

  “You ok?” he asked.

  “Yeah, I’m fine. You’re pretty quick.”

  “Years of practice with my sea legs.” He laughed. “I brought some blankets. Hold on.”

  Mesmerized again by his planning skills, Blair watched as he retrieved a heavy quilt and another blanket from his bag. He layered the floor with the thick quilt and folded the spare blanket next to Blair.

  “You thought of everything, didn’t you?” she teased.

  “I can’t take all the credit. I wanted you to have a good time on this cruise. JoBeth, who works the counter at the marina, helped me pick out the wine and she put in the mason jars.”

  It made Blair wonder if that was how island life was for Justyn—women always helping him out.

  “These shrimpers usually sit out here for the night, but they are buzzing in and out of here tonight. Sorry, it’s usually quieter than this,” he commented as another boat sped past them.

  “Are they out here all night?” Blair knew nothing about shrimping.

  “Yep. They shrimp at night. It’s the best time. From the island, you can see their green lights lining up. I thought I had gotten away from them over here.” He hung his head slightly. “I wanted to fix today. I wanted this to be perfect for you. Not have you go overboard because we got hit by another wave.”

  Something about the way Justyn opened up to Blair—his eyes, his hand resting on her knee—stirred the little bubbles of want under her skin. What was she thinking? This guy was hot and he was totally into her. Why was she keeping him at arm’s length when all she had wanted from the minute she saw him was him? They were in a boat, drifting off a beautiful island in the moonlight with wine and music and a pile of cushy blankets. This could work. This could definitely work.

  “Justyn?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Have you ever—you know—on a boat with someone?”

  Blair bit her lip, waiting for his response. Hoping the answer was “no,” but hoping more that he saw her blatant attempt to suggest how they should spend the rest of the night.

  Justyn choked on his laugh. “Uh. Excuse me.” He cleared his throat. “You caught me off guard. You’re pretty blunt sometimes.”

  “Like now?” Blair decided she didn’t want or need an answer. It didn’t matter anyway. This was going to be a summer thing—no strings attached. This was her chance to find out if he was every bit as good in bed as she fantasized. She reached up and pulled him toward her so his lips were thrust upon hers.

  “Mmm-hmm,” Justyn murmured through the force of the kiss.

  He snaked an arm around Blair’s waist and lowered her on her back, flat against the deck. She greedily sought his mouth with her tongue and pulled him closer to her. His lips were warm and hungry like hers. After the interruption on the beach earlier, Blair hadn’t expected them to find the same heated ground again so quickly, but with Justyn’s body pressed against hers, it was as if they picked up right where they left off on the cape.

  Making sure he knew exactly what her intentions were, she hitched her legs around his waist, and slid her hands under his shirt, wanting to feel every bit of him. The hard lines of his back, the heat of his skin.

  As his hand reached for her calf and traced a trail on the underside of her leg, a smile spread across Blair’s face. Don’t stop. Keep going. One inch at a time, his fingertips approached the inner softness of her thigh and started a slow swirling motion, dipping under the hem of Blair’s shorts. She let out a groan and shifted her hips, giving his fingers more access.

  The more he toyed with her, the more her mind released the plotting and scheming that had been dominating her decisions for the past few weeks. All she wanted was to live in this moment and feel everything Justyn had in store for her.

  Justyn kissed the side of her neck, and his tongue played with the outline of her shoulder. As the intensity of the motion between her legs increased, Blair arched her body toward him. It wasn’t enough anymore.

  “Take them off—all of it.” She moaned into his ear with her hands fisting in his hair.

  Justyn took his time, sat up on his knees, and reached for the buttons dotting the front of Blair’s strapless shirt. He started with the one at the bottom and unfastened each tiny latch, while Blair’s breath quickened. Normally, she was a proponent of foreplay, but tonight, after everything that had happened between them, it felt more like heated torture. There had been plenty of foreplay all summer.

  He reached the last one, laid the folds of the fabric on either side of Blair, and dipped down to kiss the tops of her breasts peeking out o
ver the lace trim. He slid one hand behind her back and unhooked the bra in a swift motion. The hungry look in his eyes told her he liked the ensemble she had picked out for him.

  She had guessed he had skills, but seeing them in action was an even bigger turn on. Blair locked on to his gaze while he tossed her lingerie in the boat bag. She lunged toward him again and pulled his head down toward her, wanting him to know this is what she needed. She wanted his mouth on her—on any part of her body he wanted to kiss or suck or touch. Slow just wasn’t ok anymore. She was writhing on the inside for him. She felt the boat rock again from another wave, and reached above her head to steady herself from the pounding they were taking.

  “Don’t move. Stay just like that,” he whispered. Justyn reached for her outstretched hands and pinned her wrists together over her head, as he had done earlier at the beach. “Damn, you’re sexy.”

  Blair heard the words from his lips, but she saw them in his eyes. She gasped as she felt his free hand flick the button loose on her shorts, and slid the zipper down. A moan escaped her lips as his fingers skimmed the top of her skin to push its way between the matching panties and the part of her body that was aching for him. She was completely in his hands.

  Blair thought she would explode if he didn’t fully touch her, but he only traced the outline between her legs and brought his fingers back to her stomach. Dipping down again, he repeated the pattern until she was in total agony. He bent forward and kissed her fully on the mouth.

  Everything about this felt right, as if their bodies belonged together, they needed to be together. What was he waiting for?

  “Justyn, I want you.” She bit at his ear.

  “There’s no rush,” he whispered, which only made her tremble more. His breath shot a wave of heat through her veins.

  “Ok, but I’m the only one naked. Will you let me fix that?” Her words were breathy.

  He released her wrists and she grabbed his shirt, ripping it over his head. Even in the moonlight, his gorgeous body looked ripped and hard. She bit down on her lip; she was on a mission. Hungrily, she fought the stubbornness of Justyn’s zipper until she succeeded in freeing him from all of his clothes. She traced the deep tan line running along his hipbones, across his waist, and curving around to his butt, taking her time to touch him. She sighed when she saw how much he wanted her.

  Blair didn’t know if Justyn had a plan on how this would play out, but with a little bit of wine coursing through her veins and the infusion of the salt air surrounding her, she knew what she wanted next.

  She leaned left and then, with the shift in momentum, rolled hard right until he was underneath her. Without the sides of the boat shielding her from the wind, Blair could feel the breeze dance across her skin. She felt completely free and powerful at the same time.

  Blair started rocking her hips with the rhythm of the boat. Bringing herself closer and closer to taking him inside her, she closed her eyes and crushed her mouth on his.

  Their bodies fused as she pulled him deeper within. Blair trembled as the quivering of her core overtook every sensation. Touching him like that, skin to skin, sent Blair off a ledge of epic proportions. She didn’t mean for everything to happen so fast, but there was no way to prepare her for how amazing he was going to feel. Justyn grabbed her lower back as she sank into him.

  “You feel too good.” Blair moaned and rocked harder.

  Her body no longer felt in her control. It was doing everything that felt good and right, like sliding along him until she thought she would collapse. He forced his hips upward.

  “Justyn, I—” Her body was lost in the recklessness. The heat consumed her while she desperately clenched around him, wanting him to stay inside, filling her, consuming her, but needing the fire of him as their bodies pulled apart and slammed back together.

  “Don’t hold back. I want to hear you,” Justyn growled into her ear.

  His words shot another fiery sensation between her legs. No one had ever said that to her before. It was almost like a challenge, but one she was ready to let claim her. Suddenly, she wanted to scream like she never had before. She lowered herself to kiss him, reveling in the pressure tightening in her belly.

  His hands lingered over her breasts until she felt her nipples harden under his touch. Slowly, his hands moved away, coasting over her curves.

  He grabbed the sides of her hips and rhythmically moved them until Blair leaned back, eyes closed, and screamed his name over the sound.

  Justyn pulled Blair toward him and kissed her fully on the mouth, quickening the pace, driving harder into her with each breath. She felt his body tense under her, and his fingers dig into the small of her back before he loosened his grip and closed his eyes, his body quiet and still.

  “The answer is no,” Justyn managed to whisper.

  “What?”

  “Earlier. You asked about me and doing this on a boat. The answer is now yes, but before it was no.” He laughed. “This was—I don’t even know how to describe it.” He propped himself up on his elbows.

  “Hot? Sexy? Awesome? How about something like that?” Blair waited for her newly christened summer lover to reassure her that he too had had the best sex of his life.

  “It was the hottest, most intense, best boat sex I have ever had. How’s that?” His lips lingered over hers, and worked their way over to her ear and down her neck.

  Blair felt the rumbling surges stirring again below her belly. “Really? Again?”

  In one swift motion, Justyn circled his hands around Blair’s back and planted her underneath him. “Oh, darlin’, we’re just getting started.” Justyn smiled, and Blair giggled as he leaned in for another kiss.

  Seven

  Blair

  Blair had never been angrier, and she was determined he would feel the brunt of her rage. If the tall blonde had ever had a pet peeve, it was when a guy promised he would call and he didn’t. She glowered at the silent phone resting on the end table. How could he do this? She paced up and down the porch, hands on her hips, swearing Justyn’s name under her breath.

  The last time she saw him was two days ago—and it was perfect—well, almost perfect. She was furiously wearing a track into the porch of the summerhouse. Maggie strolled up the path from the pier, her arms loaded with wildflowers.

  “I guess he hasn’t called yet?”

  “No. He hasn’t and I’m beginning to think I don’t want him to anymore.”

  “Good lord, Blair, you know nothing is wrong. Please stop pacing and sit still for a second.”

  Maggie dusted off a nearby watering can, and started arranging her flowers in it.

  “You know what? I never should have gone to that stupid clambake in the first place. Then I never would have met him and my life would be sane right now.”

  Maggie laughed. “Yeah and pretty boring. You like him, Blair. How could you not after all the trouble he went to the other night to apologize? He’s so sweet and so hot.” Maggie fanned herself.

  “I think it’s obvious he only had one intention with me. He got what he wanted and he’s moved on—probably with some local girl.” She slumped her thin frame into a rocking chair and threw her feet on the railing. “I mean, this is what I said I wanted, right? Just sex. No attachments? A fun summer fling? Right?”

  Maggie joined her in the adjacent chair. “I think we both know we’ve crossed that line. These guys have gotten to us, as much as I hate to admit it. I can’t stop thinking about Reid and the morning on the pier. He’s not like anyone else I’ve ever met. I can’t help it.”

  “No. No, Maggie. We’re not doing this. We agreed—no entanglements—and that’s what we’re going to do. Absolutely, no feelings.”

  “Just call him and end this madness. I’m sure he has a good reason for not calling.”

  “You want me to call him? That’s not how this works. If he wants to be with me so much and he’s so smitten with me, he needs to call. He said he would and I’m holding him to that. There is no way this g
irl is picking up the phone to call that islander.”

  “If you say so. You sure?” Maggie asked.

  Maggie reached for her wildflower bouquet, and headed to the hose on the side of the house.

  “I’m sure. As far as I’m concerned, whatever Justyn Strait and I had is done. It’s over. Now, I’m going to focus on getting ready for Dallas. I think I’ll go for a run.”

  The blonde hopped off the porch and raced toward the windy island road.

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