She sighed, turned it off, and leaned backward into him.
Well, hello.
He put his arms around her waist. “Give it another shot. Third time’s the charm, right?”
She bent over the controls, her ass firmly against him. When she turned the ignition, the boat started, smoother this time, and she twisted in his arms, grinning up at him.
“Success.”
“Good thing I brought the champagne.”
Another grin. “Break it out and let’s go.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
GEMMA
Gemma should not have poured herself that second glass of champagne. It didn’t help that Mason was like a shot of tequila, going straight to her head.
His gaze made her feel like the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. She reveled in that look, and in the fact that his own glass of champagne meant he didn’t bother hiding his appreciation… in any way.
She’d gotten the boat far enough from shore for a swim. Then came the champagne. Now it was time for that swim, and in preparation, she bounced on the edge of the boat’s swim deck, facing him and then turning around and giving him every angle. When she bounced a little too much, the top part slid up, exposing half her breasts before she yanked it down.
“Whoops,” she said. “Damn wardrobe malfunctions.”
Mason pushed to his feet and started toward her. “Didn’t seem like a malfunction to me.”
She wagged a finger. “Are you suggesting I did that on purpose?”
“No, just saying it wasn’t a malfunction. Pretty sure that’s how it’s supposed to operate. You should bounce again, though, to be sure.”
He kept coming toward her.Stalkingtoward her, slow but steady, making no effort to hide the tenting in his swim trunks as his eyes glittered.
She still put out her hand. “Back, tiger. You don’t want me to fall in.”
“Don’t I?”
He lunged and scooped her up so fast she let out a yelp. When he made a motion to throw her overboard, she said, “Don’t you dare.”
“What’s that? You’re daring me? Okay then.”
He swung her back and then tossed her over the side. She hit the warm water with a gasp, scrambled to get swimming, and glared up at him on the boat.
“Asshole.”
He crouched down. “Seems I need more lessons.”
She tried to splash him, but he was too high up. He reached out a hand. She took it, waited until he was leaning, off balance, and then she yanked.
Mason hit the water with a gasp and a splash. She swam away as fast as she could, but when he surfaced, he was grinning.
“I deserved that,” he said.
“You did.”
He dove under and headed straight for her, a ploy that would work much better in water that wasn’t crystal clear under the bright full moon. Gemma easily evaded him. He only surfaced with another grin before diving back under.
Mason grabbed the anchor line and hauled himself up, bare torso half above the surface, he sluiced water from his hair. Gemma watched him in the moonlight, every glistening muscle paling in comparison to his smile.
