"Not like I can see it," he said, humor touching the words. He didn't want to give any more thought to how he might look, not with her right in front of him in his arms, her eyes intent and catching starlight.

Although he kept his hips and thighs still, nothing could stop the way his erection leaped and pulsed, every slow inch taken another moment he was so pinned by pleasure he could hardly breathe. He wrapped both arms around her, holding her close against the support of his chest. There was no way she was going to tip back or to the side, not even if they had the boat pitching. He intended to see to that.

He kissed her hard, raw want undisguised. He dragged his teeth along her lower lip only to go back to tease them apart with his tongue. He felt the slow glide stop and knew she had taken him in fully. Carefully, he flexed his thighs, a subtle contraction of muscles that pushed him up from beneath her.