Bring the Heat, Margot Radcliffe [best novels to read to improve english .TXT] 📗

for the crew to clean up and threw his shirt off onto the chair when they reached the main deck.

“You want any of the toys?” she asked, heading toward the storage door.

“Not the water kind.”

Molly just snorted and pulled out a couple rafts while he made sure they had enough water bottles.

“Do you want to do the Jet Ski?” he asked.

She shook her head. “Nah, they’re a pain in the ass to get out.”

His first instinct was to tell her that it wasn’t their job to get them out, but he didn’t want to put any more distance between them right now by bringing up the fact that he pretty much didn’t do the shit he didn’t want to do. He had more important stuff on his agenda at the moment.

On the aft deck, he took in the sparkling blue water around them; they were a couple miles from the shore with neighboring yachts dotting the landscape. Not in any danger of being seen, he took off his shorts and dived in naked, letting the cool water flow over him as he swam, eventually surfacing a little way from the boat. When he looked back at the boat, Molly was standing on the edge looking down at his abandoned clothes.

Then she shrugged and stripped, too, which had him doubling down on all the tumultuous emotions he’d tried to hold back since they’d talked about her ex yesterday. She could set a garage of his Ferraris on fire if she was as committed as him to abandoning propriety when it was fun to do so. This is what he’d remembered the most after they went their separate ways, that they’d just had so much damned fun, and it’d been such a long time since he could say that he’d had fun. He’d been living behind glass for so long, always watching other people living their lives and just waiting for it to be his turn. Finally, his time had come and it had definitely been worth the wait.

First, her simple coral T-shirt fell to the ground, then her yellow bathing suit top, followed by her matching bottoms and shorts, leaving her completely bare to his eyes.

“You actually coming in or just trying to work on your all-over tan?” he asked when she hesitated.

She rolled her eyes at the heckle and jumped in gracefully and swam toward him.

When she was a couple feet from him, just wading in the water, she pushed her shock of wet hair back from her face and met his eyes. “This water cooling you off?”

A muscle ticked in his jaw. “Just a little bit.”

“I just don’t know if us jumping into a serious relationship is the smart move, Oliver,” she told him, running her hand down the exposed slope of his shoulder above the water as she voiced the reason he’d been weird about her phone conversation.

He’d made his feelings about that more than clear, so he stayed mute.

“I like you,” she told him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m not used to having you back in my life. I’m afraid this is all some amazing dream I’m having. I’m naked in the ocean with a guy who would make any woman drool, has promised to dedicate himself to outdoor recreational activities with me and who owns the most luxurious yacht I’ve ever seen. You have to know that it doesn’t seem real.”

He touched his lips to hers. “I’m very real, Molly,” he reminded her, willing her to get over his wealth. “I’m more than just my money. It’s all I’ve ever wanted people to know, and I hope you believe it.” And then he took her mouth, pulling her into him as their legs paddled in between each other, their skin brushing silkily upon each other’s. It was a weirdly sensual feeling and he’d never experienced it with anyone else.

“I know you’re real,” she told him, her hand finding his hard length. “It just feels like me being here isn’t. I know you’re more than your wealth, but I don’t know that I belong in your real life, Oliver.”

She stroked him lightly, just playing because there was no way he could fuck her like he wanted in the ocean, but he’d take her hands on him any way he could get them, and this was a different kind of intimate, the casual ownership of his dick. It didn’t have to be about sex; she just knew that he was hers to do with as she pleased. For some odd reason he couldn’t quite understand, that thought settled something inside him.

“My real life is shitty, Molly. That’s why I’m here,” he admitted, brushing barely there kisses over her sun-warmed cheek. “Whatever life we make together is the one I want.” And regardless of what his parents might think or do to try to manipulate him, he was ready to defend Molly and their life together to the death.

The pebbled nubs of her nipples caressed his chest and his breath caught as if he’d never felt the sensation before, but it was all heightened under the water, making what was already a delicious sensation even more so. “I’ll believe you,” she whispered against his lips. “I want to believe you so badly, Oliver.”

Then she was kissing him, hard, and he gripped her head in his angling for a better way into her mouth, their tongues meeting as the need to connect rose inside them.

When he pulled back to breathe, she unexpectedly ducked down into the water, escaping from his arms. She emerged again, her head popping up with a grin, several feet away.

“What are you doing, Molly?” he asked, sensing danger.

She shrugged, then leaned back in the water until she was on her back, floating there like a goddess, the sun bright on her upturned breasts and the muscular lines of her legs.

But then she moved and he got a huge splash in the face, and it kept coming as she kicked her feet.

He growled and went