She was beautiful, something he had noticed on many occasions in a more abstract, detached way. Now it was close and intimate, every one of those caresses of lips and fingers having him shivering, skin sensitive and reactive. It was all the more so from being touched so rarely and almost never there, a vulnerable place he didn't typically expose in the presence of others.

He held his breath, lower lip worried between his teeth. His erection leaped gently forward into her touch, another harder twitch from the passage of her thumb. When he felt her breath he could no longer hold his own. It came out in bare vocalization, a sound softer than the steady chop of waves against the sides of the boat. His toes curled against the soles of his boots.