Once seated, she made herself comfortable, a lazy smile on her features. "Oh, you're right. Best seat on the boat." She was more comfortable than she'd admit, the contrast of cool air on her front and the warmth of his body just out of reach. She wriggled once, debating whether she wanted to kick her trousers off or not. "I have a feeling I'll be warm enough with you," she decided, shucking them off.

And she was right about that. With his front flush against her back, he heated her skin well enough. His hands added to that, wrapped around her front and a hand closing around her breasted. She bristled contentedly as he explored her, chuckling. "You say that as if I can't touch you back." Her hands reached back to settle on his thighs to prove her point.