He pressed back against her leg, flexing his calf and ankle beneath the touch of her foot. In rocking up under her, he discovered he could angle her to work his fingers in up to the third knuckle. It was even easier when she twisted in his arms.

He kissed her hard. His arm wrapped across her held her well in place, hand lifted in the back of her hair in a tight clench. Mentally and physically, he found himself responding to her hunger for this at a visceral level. The boat was rocking again, but it was something he registered only at a distant level. They were in no danger of tipping as centered as they were.

His teeth raked her lower lip, tongue slipping past both for a deep twine against hers. He could taste himself in her mouth, so erotic it had him moaning. His hand in her hair slipped down to the top of her shoulder, a kneading grasp. There was no way he could be still now. His fingers within her glided easily from the wetness, thrusting and twisting in a tight press.