Page 8 of Tryst
We stand side by side, but out of my peripheral vision, I see him watching me.
I bite the side of my lip, trying not to smile like a lunatic. It's not working. “What?” I say.
“I think it's cute you're trying to hide the smile your lips are twitching to let spread across your face.” He smiles.
I run my hand up his chest. “I don't know what we're going to do, but whatever it is, I know it's going to make me happy. So thank you.”
“So sure of me are you. What if you hate it?”
“I won't. I trust you.”
One floor before our stop he wraps his arm around me. His eyes pierce through me sending sparks firing as he threads his fingers through my hair. His lips brush against mine. I inhale his scent when he takes control of the kiss, going deeper with strong, firm lips molding over mine.
Sometimes I fight him and the heat building between us, I know he likes the tease in me, but this time I let it happen. I let the feelings sink down deep. Tingles ping in my stomach wandering down between my legs. My bare thighs rub together. A little moan escapes me when the doors open wide, and a stream of sunlight hits us coming directly from across the front doors. “Mm…”
“We should go. Before I change my mind and bend you over right here.”
“I don't mind getting arrested for the right reasons.”
He smirks. “Your father would kill me.” He grabs my hand. “Let's go.”
I giggle, keeping up with the strides of his long legs.
I‘m having the best day. We’re in the Bronx, City Island. A thirty-minute drive away, but it feels like we were transported from the noise and hectic pace of a big city, to a quaint New England town. I now know why his perfect date would be on a boat. He's a member of the yacht club, but doesn't own a boat. He uses one of the club’s boats and takes me sailing. Gliding through the water, watching him steer the boat, and pull up the sails, has me enthralled.
I wouldn't have thought I could find anything remotely interesting about a lesson on sailing and boats, but he makes everything that much more interesting. Watching him concentrate on the task at hand, and still find time to answer all my questions, gives me a warm feeling. So different from our often quick interludes in and out of the office.
My sunglasses on, I'm at the front of the boat staring out at the water while the sun shines down on me. I take in the serene beauty and cool, warm breeze with the spray of salt water.
“Are you enjoying our little cruise?” he says at my ear, sitting down behind me. His arms come around my stomach pulling me back to his firm chest.
“I am.” I take a deep breath breathing in the air, and smile. “It’s relaxing. I'm a high seas gal.”
He laughs. “It’s not exactly the high seas. I noticed you were in deep contemplation over here. Mind if I ask about what?”
“How I'm having a great time with you. This was a surprise. Thank you for bringing me here with you.”
“You're so easily won over. Don't be. The day isn't over.”
“Oh, there's more?” My eyebrows lift, wondering what more could there be.
“There is more. Sit tight, our two hour cruise is almost up, so I'm going to turn the boat around.”
“Okay,” I say happy but wondering what brought this on, wanting to expand our relationship. I turn my head, kissing him on the cheek.
“What's that for?”
“Because I felt like it.” He smiles that smile of his—the one that makes me feel gushy inside. The one that makes me want to smile even if I don't want to. “Get back to work, Captain.” He walks off giving me a salute.
Right now I don't care why we're out here. The only thing that matters is I’m here with him. That means he's letting me in, he's seeing us together in a different light, and this has to mean more than just a summer fling.
After he docks the boat back at the yacht club, he takes me to our next destination to eat. “Sailing and dinner too. You're pulling out all the stops, aren't you? Now I'm really convinced you're going to fire me.” I laugh taking a sip of my drink.
“It will never happen. I'm afraid you're stuck with me till your internship is up.”
The smile on my face falters.
“What's the matter?” he asks. “Did I say something wrong?”
