Page 65 of Wanting Mr Black

“Enjoy!” Big Steve grins, settling back onto the seat beside her as she shifts to get comfortable and rests her head on his chest.

I can’t deny, they do look good together.

I swing my eyes to the front of the yacht to find Art standing at the helm, hands on the wheel, wearing nothing but black swim shorts. I chug back a mouthful of champagne as I admire the roped muscles of his broad back and golden skin that’s turninga darker shade of bronze across the tops of his shoulders, where he’s catching the sun. He’s perfect, and that’s just the back of him.

I walk up behind him and slide an arm around his waist, noting him tense with surprise as I plant a kiss between his shoulder blades, which are warm from the sun.

“You know how to drive a boat,” I say, stating the obvious. “Is there anything you can’t do, apart from cook?”

He laughs as we turn out of the marina and start to gain speed. “No, I’m practically perfect in every way.” Then, more seriously, he adds, “Dad took me sailing a few times.”

He shifts to the side and scoops his arm around my waist, pulling me to stand in front of him by the wheel. “Come here.”

Tranquil aqua-blue waters stretch out onto the horizon, merging into the clear blue sky as the breeze whips through my hair and causes my kimono to flap against my thighs.

“This is beautiful,” I breathe, drawing in a lungful of sea air.

He rests his chin on my shoulder and continues to steer the yacht, pressing his warm chest against my back and dropping a gear, causing the boat to slow and the rumble of the engine to quieten slightly.

My curiosity gets the better of me, and I must ask, “Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” he says in my ear and presses his hips into my backside, pushing his erection between my cheeks.

“It feels like you’ve already got one of those for me,” I quip, sipping my champagne and leaning back into him.

“We’ll sort that out later.”

He places a kiss on the base of my neck, and a shudder runs through my body at his words.

“Here, you try.”

He removes his hands from the wheel, and I hesitate at the fact that he’s giving me responsibility for steering the boat.

He laughs softly. “Go on.”

I put my glass down on the side and take the steering wheel, trying to keep us headed in a straight line. “Don’t blame me if we end up in France.”

He loops his arms around my waist and gives me a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry; I’ll stop us from veering off course.”

“Seriously, where are we going?” I press.

“Straight ahead.” The vibration of his voice against the flesh at the base of my neck causes my skin to pucker. “Land ahoy.”

I squint at the horizon and can just about make out a coastline in the distance. “What’s that?”

“An island.” He kisses my throat, and I briefly close my eyes at the feel of his lips on me. “Our very own private island.”

My eyes snap open. “Private?”

“Mmhmm.” He kisses the sensitive skin beneath my right ear, and my breathing hitches. “I don’t want to have to share you with anyone else today.”

His possessive words send a bolt of desire shooting between my thighs as I wonder what he’s got planned. As if reading my body, he uncurls his right arm from around my waist and dips his hand beneath the edge of my kimono, pressing his palm between my legs. I close my eyes and push my hips against his hand, increasing the friction between my thighs.

His free hand takes to the gear and pushes it forwards, causing the engine to roar to life. “And I can’t wait any longer.”

The island’s rocky, golden coastline is dappled with greenery. Turquoise waters lap against the sandy white shoreline. It’s a tiny paradise, a pebble in the deep blue ocean.

He cuts the engine and climbs down onto the deck to drop anchor, and I realise that Lucy and Big Steve have vanished. I’m about to ask where they’ve gone when I hear a squeal of laughter from below deck.

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