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Chapter Fifteen
Kenna
Holy shit. My very bones had gone liquid. From the beer, the sun, the man with the magical tongue kneeling between my legs. As I gazed up at the canopy, my eyes blinking the world back into focus, I reminded myself that it was Friday, a workday. Normally, I’d have my fifth cup of coffee growing cold on my desk while I put out yet another publishing fire like genitals in a kids’ book. Somehow I’d transported to a whole new world where afternoon boat rides and dirty dancing in the warm summer sun were par for the course.
“My first orgasm,” I murmured, bringing my head back down to see Dec getting to his feet and wiping his mouth.
His gaze snagged on my face, his eyes widening.
I realized what I’d said. Out loud. Shit.
“No! Not my first orgasm ever,” I said quickly, sitting up in the chair and adjusting my bathing suit. “Just…first post-divorce orgasm.” Like that was any better.
Dec shifted on his bare feet, leaning down to swipe up his hat and plop it back on his head. “Happy to be of service.” His tone was indecipherable. Was he mad? Awkward? Regretting it already?
“Sorry,” I gushed, standing but having to grab the back of the captain’s chair when my legs decided they weren’t ready to function yet. “I shouldn’t be talking about my soon-to-be ex.”
Dec’s mouth tipped up into a soft smile. He stepped closer, cupping my face in his calloused hands. “One day, he won’t be your first thought.” Then he let me go, spinning to walk over to where the rope held the anchor in place. “Now, get your things situated so I can get us back to the dock.”
His words echo through my skull, shame spiraling through me. What was I doing with another man when I was still technically married? And more importantly, how could I do those things with Dec and bring up Justin right after? That wasn’t fair at all to Dec. I watched his muscles flex and bounce as he pulled the anchor up. I was attracted to him, which wasn’t hard to figure out. He was an attractive man. But lately I’d found myself being attracted to the man himself, not just his superior exterior.
I bent to pick up my towel where I’d dropped it when Dec pulled me up to dance, and stowed it in my bag. My head was a mess, and now I’d made things awkward between us. Dec stowed the anchor and then had a seat in the captain’s chair, firing up the engines. After I put my bag on the floor in the corner of the boat, Dec hooked his arm around my waist and pulled me onto his lap. His thumb swept across my midsection, over and over until I relaxed back against him.
“That’s better,” he murmured in my ear, his deep grumble enough to send a shiver through me.
He pushed the throttle forward and the boat cut through the water. The spoil disappeared behind us as we zoomed toward Sunshine Key. It was impossible not to feel how hard Dec was beneath me with every bounce of the boat. Shame mixed with guilt. He’d given me an incredible orgasm and I’d left him in this unfulfilled condition.
“I’m sorry!” I shouted over the wind, holding my hair so it wouldn’t whip him in the face.
He slowed the boat. “For what?”
I bit my lip. I hadn’t talked to another man about sex in so many years I’d forgotten how to speak at all. “Um, well, you know.” I glanced down at his lap, and after a moment, he huffed out a laugh.
“Kenna, stop worrying so much. I’m a grown-ass adult. I won’t die from not ejaculating.”
My cheeks burned. “I know, but?—”
His arm pulled tight around my waist, cutting me off. “I got just as much out of that as you, so stop worrying.”
I studied him for a moment over my shoulder, finally convinced that he wasn’t mad. Or upset. Or anything other than relaxed after a fun day at a deserted island. “Okay,” I said quietly.
He gave me a rare smile and then pressed on the throttle, the water flying behind us as we zoomed toward the docks. I sat back against his bare chest, thoughts all over the place. I didn’t want to compare the two, because there was really no comparison at all, but I was starting to see that my marriage had cracks in it. Way more than I ever saw before. Justin hadn’t always waited for me to come before he did. I’d somehow believed that his orgasm mattered more than my own. With Dec, he derived pleasure from seeing me satisfied.
By the time Dec showed me how to help him tie up the boat and we drove home, I was exhausted. The sun and the beer had made me so sleepy I almost nodded off on the way home. Dec’s low chuckle had my eyes flying open. We were parked in my driveway.
He stifled a grin as he looked at me. “I planned such a good date you’re falling asleep on me.”
I reached across the console and put my hand on the back of his neck. The clasp of the black cord he always wore dug into my hand as I tugged on him. He met me halfway, our lips clinging to each other in an urgent kiss. He gentled the kiss, plucking quickly at my lips.
“Get inside before I change my mind about being a grown-ass adult,” he growled.
I grinned, letting him go. I liked Dec’s growl and vowed to get him to do it as much as humanly possible. Dec came around to help me out of the truck, holding my hand, but keeping his distance. He didn’t kiss me again at my door and I tried not to be disappointed.
I was up with the sun the next morning, dressed in another pair of Sunshine Key shorts and an old T-shirt I sometimes wore to bed. The doorbell rang out right on time. I ran to the door and opened it to see an ash-blond young man standing there in shorts and T-shirt, a smile below the floppy hair.
“Hey, I’m Liam.”
I stuck out my hand and we shook. “Hi, Liam. I’m Kenna. Did your mom tell you about what I’m trying to do?” I stepped back, letting him inside where the air-conditioning was already cranking.
