Page 90 of Until Then

IZZY

Another day on the boat,another day lusting after a sweaty, half-dressed Derrick.

I could get used to this life.

“It could be my imagination,” he says, his back to me and one hand steady on the wheel, “but I have a feeling I’m being objectified right now.”

I take a sip of lemonade and lift my sunglasses up a few inches. “Thoroughly.”

He looks over his shoulder at me with a smile, and even though his eyes are hidden behind his own sunglasses, I just know they’re crinkled at the corners.

Eventually, he finds a place to stop and lowers the anchor. As we bob on the waves, my stomach lurches. The waters are quite a bit rougher than normal today.

Once he’s got everything situated the way he wants, hepulls a beer from the cooler and uncaps it. With a smirk, he tosses the bottle cap to me.

I catch it, and after a quick glance at it, I frown up at him. “What’s this for?”

“I don’t know.” He takes a long swallow. “Maybe it can be a good luck charm.”

Heart thumping a little at the idea, I tuck it into a pocket in my tote bag for safekeeping.

When I look back up, Derrick’s watching me like I’m a snack, and he’s ravenous.

For the last week, we’ve spent our evenings watchingGilmore Girlslike usual. Then we retire to his bed, where we never go further than cuddling.

It’skillingme.

So today, I donned my most scandalous bikini in hopes of breaking him. The red color complements the tan I’ve slowly acquired from long days outside and on the boat. The top pushes my breasts together, making them look fuller and firmer than they actually are. It’s basically a boob job in the form of a slinky piece of fabric. The bottoms are extra cheeky. So cheeky, in fact, that I’ve been too shy to wear them until now.

But today, I pulled them on without hesitation. That’s how desperate I am to get him to touch me again.

I pull the tube of sunscreen out of my bag and hold it out to Derrick. “Do you mind putting some of this on my back? I had a hard time with it today.”

Eyes narrowed, he scrutinizes the tube before he plucks it from my hand. Setting his beer bottle down, he pops the plastic cap open and squirts a quarter-size amount into his palm.

I give him my back, pulling my hair over my shoulder.

The sunscreen is cool against my heated skin, sending a shiver through me as he works it in.

“I know what you’re doing,” he says, his warm breath caressing me, one hand slipping beneath the strap of my top.

I peek over my shoulder and shoot him a smirk. “Is it working?”

“What do you think?”

Anxious to know, I press back until my ass connects with his quickly growing erection, pulling a needy grunt from him.

“I’ve always wanted to have sex on a boat,” I confess.

It’s actually not something I ever thought about. Not until I discovered that he had a boat. Then it became consuming. The idea of being out in the open, the thrill of potentially being caught.

“Izzy.” He digs his fingers into my hips and holds me steady while he backs up half a step.

I can’t help but wiggle, desperate to be close again.

“Please,” I all but beg, chin tucked over one shoulder and eyes fixed on his. “I appreciate what you’re doing, but my fingers are getting tired, and my vibrator is going to kick the bucket if I keep using it the way I have been.”

His irises darken as he zeroes in on my lips. “You’ve been touching yourself while thinking about me?”

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