"I can't cook anything you'd want to eat unless it's around a campfire. I'm not bad with fish. It's hard to mess up something you can toss into a hot coal bed and allow to sear."

He gave her his profile, chin slightly lifted. "Decoration? Like this?" Glancing at her from the sides of his eyes, he quirked a half smile.

All of the teasing words died away in the kiss. He had believed all of the desire wrung from him for a time. She was quickly proving him wrong. Part of what made it so nice, so easy to fall back into, was their isolation. There were no other lights in the waterway, no fires in the distance. Just the gently rocking boat and the rising moon kept them company.

He fumbled for the apple core to toss it over the side. He wanted her to have both of her hands free just as he did. He gathered her against him as the kiss continued, sensation he could all but drown in if he allowed himself. "Remind me why we never did this sooner," he murmured, never breaking full contact and then kissing her too hard to allow her to answer right away. With the way another smile fought to curve, it was almost a certainty it was deliberate on his part.