Tag’s dick had been half hard all day thinking about this and it hardened even more in his shorts. He squirted lotion into his hand, then rubbed his hands together before setting them on her chest. She gave a little moan as he massaged the cream into her breasts slowly, enjoying the slippery feel of soft flesh in his palms, the way her breath hitched as he rubbed over her nipples. There was something a little wicked about doing this out in the open in broad daylight.

“Pretty tits,” he murmured. “Very pretty. Now take off those shorts. And the bottom.”

Her cheeks even pinker, she unfastened the shorts and let them drop to the floor of the gently swaying boat. With her thumbs under the sides, she shimmied out of the bikini bottom and stood before him naked.

Ah holy hell. “Better do your back,” he muttered, squeezing out more sunscreen. He balanced his ass against the back of one of the seats and widened his stance to rub lotion into her back, all the way down to her sweet little butt. “Cute tan lines,” he commented. “You tan easily, don’t you?” She hadn’t had much color in her skin when she’d arrived a few days ago, all office-worker pale.

“I guess.” Her voice drifted in the afternoon sun, followed by a soft sigh of pleasure as he massaged her.

“Me too.”

“Do I get to put sunscreen on your ass?”

He chuckled. “That’s the plan, sweetheart.”

“Yay.”

He grinned, turned her to face him and finished off by rubbing cream onto her stomach and hips, as low as he could get, brushing over the little patch of dark curls. Fuck, this was turning him on unbelievably. “There you go. Should be good for a little while.”

She continued to cast apprehensive glances out at the water and he liked that she was a little on edge. That just added to the excitement. Although he had a feeling it didn’t matter where he and Kyla were, there’d be plenty of excitement.

He dropped his own shorts, exposing his throbbing cock to the sun and Kyla’s gaze and oh yeah, her touch. She reached for him immediately with both hands, looking at him with such awe and appreciation she made him feel like a god. He groaned.

“Oh yeah, sunscreen,” she whispered. He gave her his back and let her small hands rub him all over from shoulders and neck all the way down to the base of his spine where his skin prickled, and then lower. “Lean forward,” she directed him and he set his hand on the back of the seat and bent at the waist.

Her hands were playful and naughty, rubbing over his ass cheeks, then between, then lower, making him suck in a sharp gasp. When she touched his balls from behind, heat rushed through his body. He tried to rise and turn around, but she laid a hand on his back to stop him.

“Wait,” she said softly. “This is fun.”

Fun, oh hell yeah, wicked sexy fun. She tortured him with her delicate touches on his testicles, firmer caresses on his buttocks and then reached between his legs for his raging hard-on and gave a tug.

“Fuck!”

Her body pressed up against his from behind as she stroked him like that, the coconut scent of sunscreen invading his senses, the bright sun blinding him. He liked foreplay, but not this time. He pulled away from her, whirled around and grabbed hold of her naked body, all shiny from the lotion, hauled her up against him in a move that sent the boat rocking and kissed her hard. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, mouths sliding, tongues licking, their gleaming bodies gliding against each other.

He turned her around and eased her down onto the seat of the boat on her knees. “This is so crazy,” she said, gripping the back of the seat and glancing over her shoulder at him seductively.

“Crazy hot. Look at you, all shiny and naked.” He moved up behind her and nudged her thighs farther apart, revealing her sweet pussy. “So gorgeous, Kyla.” He drew his fingers up through her slit, testing. “And wet.”

She moaned. He spread her legs wider, one hand pressing on her back, and adjusted her position so he could find her entrance and slid inside, slowly, carefully. Christ, it only got better, hotter, every time. Her head fell back and exquisite pleasure streaked through him as she surrounded him in liquid heat. So fucking hot, scalding his dick. Then… “Shit.” He went very still, his body pulsing.

“What?”

“I forgot condoms. Fuck! I can’t believe that.”

“You knew we weren’t going to be fishing. How could you forget that?” Amusement tinged her voice.

“I’m sorry, Kyla.” He leaned over her and touched his forehead to her shoulder, fighting for air.

“Do it anyway.”

He went still.

“I’m on the Pill,” she said. “Lord knows why, I haven’t had a date in months. I won’t get pregnant. I always have safe sex.” She turned her head to look at him, one eyebrow raised.

“Me too,” he groaned. “In fact, I haven’t had any sex for quite a while.”

“Really? The hot hunky hockey player with all kinds of women after him?”

“I don’t have women after me,” he muttered.

Her hand reached back and slid over his hip. “I don’t believe that. But never mind that. Fuck me, Tag.”

She didn’t need to ask twice. With another ragged groan he pushed inside, into the sweetest, hottest pussy. “Oh yeah.”

She made hot little sex sounds as he filled her, pumped into her, her hands holding on tightly to the back of the seat. “Oh god, that’s so good,” she moaned. “So good.”

He stroked her butt cheeks, so soft, played a little between them as he had the night before, teasing her puckered little entrance. “I want to fuck you here, Kyla,” he muttered. He heard her sharp intake of breath. “Sometime. Maybe tonight.” A moan fell from her lips. “Oh yeah. Touch yourself, Kyla. I’m gonna come fast, I’ve been hard all day thinking about this.”

She slid her hand down to her clit and rubbed. “I like that,” she said. “You being hard all day thinking about me.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” The words slid out before he could censor them. “Ah hell…” He moved faster, his body bent over hers. He found her breasts and cupped them, squeezed them gently, tugged at her nipples. Then he wrapped his arms around her. She gave a soft cry and her pussy rippled around him.

Sensation climbed, then heat exploded inside him and flowed into her body. He bent over her and sank his teeth into her neck as their bodies shuddered together in a wild and violent climax.

“Holy shit,” he gasped moments later. His thighs quivered. Sweat dripped from his forehead and he swiped an arm across it before slowly withdrawing from her body. He collapsed onto the seat beside her, the vinyl hot under his ass, and reached for her hand. She too fell onto the seat, and, half sitting, half lying, they stayed there holding hands, the softly rocking boat echoing the lingering pulses of ecstasy in his body, lulling his sated mind and body to near sleep in the hot sun.

“Now I can say I’ve had sex in a boat,” Kyla murmured.

He smiled without opening his eyes. “Me too.”

“Like you’ve never done this before.”

“I haven’t. And seriously, Kyla…about all those girls…there aren’t any.”

“A couple of years ago I heard you might be getting married.”

He lifted his head and looked at her. “You heard that, huh.” He stared past her out at the never-ending surface of the water, stretching all the way to the horizon, pure and blue. “Well, I thought I might be getting married too. It didn’t work out.”

“Why?”

“Let’s eat lunch.”

“You brought lunch?” She sat up and reached for her bathing suit. He plucked it out of her hand. “Hey!”

“Stay naked a little longer. This is seriously sexy.”

She grinned. “Fine. But I can’t believe you remembered food, but not condoms.”

“I can’t believe it either. Let’s move up front.” He spread out a blanket and they reclined on it in the sun. He reached into a small cooler bag. “Pastrami on rye. Lemonade. And…” He pulled a bag of potato chips from a plastic grocery bag. “Old Dutch chips. You have no idea how much I miss these living down in the States.”