back.
Tousled blond hair emerged, followed by the rest of her, still almost as drenched as she’d been when he sent her below half an hour earlier. “Where are we?”
“In a little cove on the southern bank of the bay. We’re protected from the worst of the wind.”
Tony wished nature hadn’t decided to make a liar of him by sending a massive whoosh of air through the cabin, punctuated by the clattering of thunder in the distance. Miss Trial swayed, tugging against the two anchors that held her fast.
“Don’t take this wrong, Krissy, but I think you’d better get those wet clothes off.”
She shot him a sheepish glance. “Oh, no. I’ve gone and gotten your bed all wet.”
He was getting the bed wet, too, but he didn’t give a damn. “That’s the least of my worries. Come on, let’s find some dry stuff to put on. Then I’ll see if I can put together something for us to eat.”
He doubted Kristine would care for the other suggestion that rose to the forefront of his mind when she stood up and gave him a prize view of her assets, covered only by that wet T-shirt that hugged every enticing curve and clung to the hard nubs of her nipples.
Thunder rolled, and the sky lit up again with what seemed to be a thousand bolts of lightning. The boat rocked wildly in the wind. Goose bumps popped up on Kristine’s naked arms, making Tony want to strip her out of her wet clothes and wrap her in his embrace.
Instead he grabbed a dry swimsuit and peeled off the one he had on. “Sorry,” he muttered when she squeaked out his name. He jerked on the dry garment as fast as he could. Hadn’t she ever seen a naked man before?
“Would you go somewhere else?” Kristine’s cheeks bloomed with color in spite of her shaking. “I’m afraid I’m not quite as brazen as you.”
Tony couldn’t help grinning as he handed her another T-shirt and a pair of shorts that had a drawstring she could tighten up around her slender waist if she were too damn shy to go naked under the big shirt.
“Too bad,” he said as he turned his back and headed for the galley.
She had no idea how safe she really was. He had no condoms on the boat, and he’d long since passed the stage in his life where he habitually carried some around in his wallet. He seriously doubted his Krissy would have protection stashed somewhere in the handbag from hell. The most he could hope for as far as sex was concerned would be a passel of frustration.
No way was he going to try cooking. The way the wind was tossing the boat around, he’d run too great a risk of setting it on fire. He rifled through his meager stock of food and found some crackers and a can of tuna, to which he added some cheese and a couple of beers from the refrigerator.
“Hungry?” he asked when he set the tray of goodies on the table by the built-in bed.
The wind whined, its sound eerie in the twilight. “Tony?”
He met her wide-eyed gaze. “What?”
“Are we really safe here?”
He looked through the porthole at the raging storm. “I think so. I brought her through a hell of a lot worse waves than these to get us here. We’re less than a hundred yards from shore, probably not even twenty yards from shallow water. I’d have gotten us in closer, but I was afraid I’d run aground.”
“All right.”
Picking up one of the beer cans, Krissy took a healthy swig. When her tongue darted out to catch a bit of foam, Tony wished he were that beer.
“We may be here a while,” he said, hoping to hell she was over her righteous fury about his defending Dino Martinez.
“I know.”
Her innocent blue gaze was burning a hole in his shorts, and he could no more control his cock’s natural reaction than he could force the storm to subside.
“I shouldn’t have gotten so upset. I should have known you wouldn’t have defended that boy if there hadn’t been good reason.”
Tony’s conscience wouldn’t let her let him off so easily. “No. I wouldn’t have tried that case. It was
Tousled blond hair emerged, followed by the rest of her, still almost as drenched as she’d been when he sent her below half an hour earlier. “Where are we?”
“In a little cove on the southern bank of the bay. We’re protected from the worst of the wind.”
Tony wished nature hadn’t decided to make a liar of him by sending a massive whoosh of air through the cabin, punctuated by the clattering of thunder in the distance. Miss Trial swayed, tugging against the two anchors that held her fast.
“Don’t take this wrong, Krissy, but I think you’d better get those wet clothes off.”
She shot him a sheepish glance. “Oh, no. I’ve gone and gotten your bed all wet.”
He was getting the bed wet, too, but he didn’t give a damn. “That’s the least of my worries. Come on, let’s find some dry stuff to put on. Then I’ll see if I can put together something for us to eat.”
He doubted Kristine would care for the other suggestion that rose to the forefront of his mind when she stood up and gave him a prize view of her assets, covered only by that wet T-shirt that hugged every enticing curve and clung to the hard nubs of her nipples.
Thunder rolled, and the sky lit up again with what seemed to be a thousand bolts of lightning. The boat rocked wildly in the wind. Goose bumps popped up on Kristine’s naked arms, making Tony want to strip her out of her wet clothes and wrap her in his embrace.
Instead he grabbed a dry swimsuit and peeled off the one he had on. “Sorry,” he muttered when she squeaked out his name. He jerked on the dry garment as fast as he could. Hadn’t she ever seen a naked man before?
“Would you go somewhere else?” Kristine’s cheeks bloomed with color in spite of her shaking. “I’m afraid I’m not quite as brazen as you.”
Tony couldn’t help grinning as he handed her another T-shirt and a pair of shorts that had a drawstring she could tighten up around her slender waist if she were too damn shy to go naked under the big shirt.
“Too bad,” he said as he turned his back and headed for the galley.
She had no idea how safe she really was. He had no condoms on the boat, and he’d long since passed the stage in his life where he habitually carried some around in his wallet. He seriously doubted his Krissy would have protection stashed somewhere in the handbag from hell. The most he could hope for as far as sex was concerned would be a passel of frustration.
No way was he going to try cooking. The way the wind was tossing the boat around, he’d run too great a risk of setting it on fire. He rifled through his meager stock of food and found some crackers and a can of tuna, to which he added some cheese and a couple of beers from the refrigerator.
“Hungry?” he asked when he set the tray of goodies on the table by the built-in bed.
The wind whined, its sound eerie in the twilight. “Tony?”
He met her wide-eyed gaze. “What?”
“Are we really safe here?”
He looked through the porthole at the raging storm. “I think so. I brought her through a hell of a lot worse waves than these to get us here. We’re less than a hundred yards from shore, probably not even twenty yards from shallow water. I’d have gotten us in closer, but I was afraid I’d run aground.”
“All right.”
Picking up one of the beer cans, Krissy took a healthy swig. When her tongue darted out to catch a bit of foam, Tony wished he were that beer.
“We may be here a while,” he said, hoping to hell she was over her righteous fury about his defending Dino Martinez.
“I know.”
Her innocent blue gaze was burning a hole in his shorts, and he could no more control his cock’s natural reaction than he could force the storm to subside.
“I shouldn’t have gotten so upset. I should have known you wouldn’t have defended that boy if there hadn’t been good reason.”
Tony’s conscience wouldn’t let her let him off so easily. “No. I wouldn’t have tried that case. It was
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