Wild by Adriane Leigh

no less desirable.
    “Mmm, I like that.” I yanked on her arm and pulled her back down to me, taking her lips in a sensual kiss.
    “I’m sore, Wild. You fucked me straight into submission.” She giggled. A sound that sounded so fucking sweet on my ears, I couldn’t help but smile myself.
    “Watch it, Sugar.” I smacked her on the ass, making sure I left a sting. “We can do kinky if that’s your thing.”
    “Ow, oh my God.” She jumped up and rubbed her ass. I laughed and gave her a wink before pulling her back down to kiss her again.

 
     
    “Feed you for a tour?” a soft voice called from the boardwalk a few evenings later. I stood from my crouched position and turned to find green eyes dancing and soft red hair swirling in the cool breeze.
    It was early evening; she should have been done at the library long before now, so I wasn’t sure why she was here.
    “I brought food.” She lifted a picnic basket in both hands. I arched an eyebrow at her and smiled. “You gonna say something or just undress me with your eyes?” She grinned when I still hadn’t said anything.
    “I’d rather actually undress you.” I winked and walked over to help her on the boat.
    “So how about that tour?” She cocked her head with a soft smile.
    “Sure, Sugar. Not my boat, though.”
    “Really?” She scrunched her eyes adorably.
    “Really. I don’t have one.”
    “What? Why?”
    “I don’t go out on the water.” I shrugged and took the basket from her hands. “Christ, what’s in here?” I set it on the bench and peeked inside. The smell of rich tomato sauce and cheese floated up.
    “Lasagna and garlic bread. You don’t go out on the water?”
    “Nah. It’s enough to fix ‘em up.”
    “Kinda odd, though, don’t you think?” She stood with her feet planted, refusing to follow me as I headed toward the bow of the boat.
    “Nope. Come on, Sugar, the grand tour.” I held my hand out to her and she took a few steps until she slid her hand in mine. Our hands fit comfortably; her soft skin cradled against my own had my dick awakening in my jeans.
    I pulled her around the boat, explaining the different features above and below. She was surprised to see how roomy it was beneath deck. Most were surprised that had never been on a boat, especially the luxury ones I was usually hired to refinish. A person could live on here full time and it’d be no worse than living in a small apartment. I could see the appeal.
    We ended the tour with the portion of the boat I was currently working on. I had sanded the entire deck and refinished it, and was not working on the topsides. I slid her hand beneath mine over the grain of the wood and explained the importance of recognizing each distinguishing characteristic of the wood.
    “You have to follow the grain.” I slid her hand over the smooth wood. “Each plank is unique, none are exactly the same, and to bring the beauty out of each piece, you have to follow the grain, sand and stain it with care. The strokes have to match. See this knot?” Our hands landed on a small indent in the wood. “It’s imperfect, but the beauty is in the imperfection. I like the thought that’s required to bring the beauty out of each and every piece. It’s rewarding, making it come alive and shine.” I flattened my palm over hers and threaded our fingers together. She nodded softly and then looked up at me. Her eyes flicked over my face before a gust of wind blew her hair around her neck. I moved a stray piece off her cheek and tucked it behind her ear.
    “Thanks for bringing dinner,” I murmured and turned her toward me, bringing our interlocked hands between us. I moved her body flush with mine. Her breasts heaved with each breath, pupils dark with lust.
    “Of course.” Her breath spread over my skin, causing tingles to erupt and a slow burn to start in my balls.
    “I need to kiss you.”
    She only nodded before I raised my other arm to wrap around her neck and pull her to me. My lips