Page 43 of Sin City Lights

His skin was hot, and with him being shirtless, she felt every inch of him against her back. Déjà vu to the hundredth power. Every nerve ending from her chest to her knees started to fire.

He bent to speak directly in her ear.“Grab the pole above the reel with your left hand. I’ll hold the bottom.” His mouth brushed her cheek,sending myriad shivers down her neck. She swallowed.

The boat swayed, and she leaned harder into him.

His pecs contracted.“Reel with your right.”

Oh God. His tone, his heat, and his proximity all brought to mind that night in his hotel suite. Struggling to breathe despite the fresh sea air, she did as he instructed, feeling his strong, muscled arms over her own, guiding her movements.

“That’s it.” His voice was low.“Good. Now, drop the tip of the rod a couple of feet.”

She lowered the rod, her hands shaking. Whether it was because of the taut line or his taut frame, she couldn’t tell.

Her entire body began to hum as she soaked up his energy. This wasn’t deep-sea fishing; this was an exercise in scorching sensuality. Somehow, she resisted the overwhelming urge to grind into him.

The same couldn’t be said of Adam. Every time the boat dipped, she could feel him thrust against her backside.

Another boat raced by, creating waves that sent theBoarding Passrocking. It wasn’t the only thing it caused. Swiftly, Adam became every bit as aroused as she was.

Eve’s eyes widened.

Adam bent to speak directly in her ear.“Ignore it.”

Yeah, right.

His warm lips brushed her earlobe.“Now, stop reeling and lift the tip to almost vertical.”

She did her best to concentrate on reeling in the fish. He made it challenging, but somehow, she managed. It was a lot of work, she realized as they repeated the process over and over again, with him rock-hard, shifting against her back.

At last, with a lot of muscle from Adam, the fish drew right close to the boat, and she could see it through the water. Adam’s arm muscles corded beautifully. Hers were shaking, along with the rest of her.

Jim’s feet pounded on the deck as he moved closer.“All right, guys, we’ve got some color here!” He leaned over the side, hook at the ready.“Oh, yeah, that’s a good fish. Look at that fish! Man!” He whooped.“Look at the thing ripping it up!”

The fish thrashed at the end of the line, and Eve could feel the power of Adam’s arms as he struggled to land it.

“It’s showtime,” he said directly in her ear.

The words sent an electric pulse straight between her thighs. Her fingers tightened on the rod.

“Ready?” he asked.

Eve swallowed hard and nodded.

“Pull!”

Grunting through clenched teeth, Adam helped her give one final, mighty tug, and Jim bent over the side with his hook. The next second, an enormous tuna came up over the side and slid in, yellow tail and fins flapping, flopping around the floorboards and making Eve squeal.

“Got it in! Nice fish, man! Well done!” Jim’s grin was huge. He took the rod from Adam, then turned to Connie, who blew him kisses.“Get ready to take a pic, babe!”

Eve felt the slow slide of Adam’s arms, tightening right under her breasts. He made no move to release her. She knew she should want him to, but, truth be told, she didn’t. What she wanted was to reach back and grip him. Never in her life had she known such primal urges.

“Nice work,” he said against her hair.“Did you enjoy it?”

“Did you?” She turned her head, inhaling deeply of his scent, mixed with clean sweat and salt air.

He nodded.“Very much.”

At last, Adam released her.

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