His tongue slipped past her lips, a deepening of the kiss he lingered with for just a few moments, enough to feel soft inner lip and a teasing flick of tongue tips. He tilted into her touch, her fingers cool against his skin.

He blinked as she drew back then realized why, nodding. "Of course," he murmured. He held to her waist to help steady her with the back and forth roll of the skiff over the water and smiled faintly for the kiss. When she settled, it was far more comfortable and he was able to hold her without an awkward stretch.

"I don't think I thought all of this through," he said in amusement. "Next time I'll at least rent a flat bottomed boat."