laughed. “Not at all. For the first time, I’m doing exactly what I want.”
“Unbelievable.” Cheryl gazed at both of them, scrunched up her face, and shook her head. “Freaking unbelievable.”
Her friend walked off without a backward glance. She swallowed. She’d make Cheryl understand later.
They’d known each other since college, but it was hard for her to explain to Cheryl about her attraction to older men or her lack of desire for someone her own age. It wasn’t like she went out of her way to turn younger men down. She didn’t understand the whole dynamic of finding herself drawn to men twice her age herself half the time.
Debbie swiveled back around. The man held out his hand. Her hand automatically lifted. Her fingers were swallowed up in the size of his gentle hold.
“Mick…Mick Reed.” He turned over her hand, brought her palm up to his lips, and kissed the sensitive skin.
Oh. My. God. I want to fuck this man.
“Deb…Debbie Nordall .”
He set her hand on the counter of the bar and nodded with that knowing smile. “Finish your drink, Debbie Nordall . I’ve got plans for you.”
She raised the glass. Her hand shook. The ice rattled against the sides.
After swallowing, she hurried to lick her upper lip. “Plans?”
Mick tipped back his head and finished his drink. Leaning forward, he removed a wallet from his back pocket and set a twenty-dollar bill on the bar under his empty glass. “Do you like water?”
“Mm…” She lowered her gaze. His slacks hugged his thighs, showcasing hard, powerful muscles that screamed to have a woman’s hands on them. “To drink, swim, or play in?”
He chuckled. “None of the above.”
The heat of his stare forced her to swallow the rest of her drink. She set it down on the bar. Narrowing her eyes, she tilted her head. “There’s something about you…”
He curled his lip and leaned closer. “Tell me.”
Deb shook her head and gazed down at her hands. This is crazy. I’ve wanted a man like this forever. I’ve fantasized about this very thing happening to me repeatedly, and yet … God, should she really follow him and find out what he planned?
Not sure if the alcohol made her freer with her thoughts or the man himself, she leaned toward him. Nose to nose, she whispered, “You turn me on.”
He blinked, and without losing eye contact, he stood up and leaned over. “I know.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She raised her brows and bit down on her lip. “Do you mind if I find my girlfriend, see if she’ll listen to me, and explain that I’m leaving with you?”
“No, of course.” He cupped her cheek and strummed his thumb over her lips. “Tell her we’ll be at the Betlow Marina, slot forty-two and I’ll make sure you get home safely. I can even give her references to call, if she wants to check me out.”
“I don’t think I have to go that far.” She grinned. “Thank you.”
Standing up, she gazed up at him. “I’ll hurry.”
“No rush. We’ve got all night.” He winked.
Chapter Two
After throwing the third and final mooring rope up on the top deck, Mick leaped onto the yacht. He set about preparing to shove the Crystal Belle away from the dock and out to sea. In his quest to take Debbie out on the open waters, he kept close watch out of his peripheral vision at the way she sat back and let him do his job. It’d do no good to lose her interest now, when she’d behaved so beautifully at the bar.
Tall and confident, she’d strolled through McAllister’s Bar in complete control. Her long legs loose, her shoulders back, and that lengthy blonde-streaked hair beckoned him with each womanly toss of her head. Young and moldable, she presented everything he wanted in a lover.
Those baby blue eyes begged for attention. He could almost smell her arousal. She hid nothing from him. Not her desire, her curiosity, or the way her body hummed in his presence. One little touch from him
“Unbelievable.” Cheryl gazed at both of them, scrunched up her face, and shook her head. “Freaking unbelievable.”
Her friend walked off without a backward glance. She swallowed. She’d make Cheryl understand later.
They’d known each other since college, but it was hard for her to explain to Cheryl about her attraction to older men or her lack of desire for someone her own age. It wasn’t like she went out of her way to turn younger men down. She didn’t understand the whole dynamic of finding herself drawn to men twice her age herself half the time.
Debbie swiveled back around. The man held out his hand. Her hand automatically lifted. Her fingers were swallowed up in the size of his gentle hold.
“Mick…Mick Reed.” He turned over her hand, brought her palm up to his lips, and kissed the sensitive skin.
Oh. My. God. I want to fuck this man.
“Deb…Debbie Nordall .”
He set her hand on the counter of the bar and nodded with that knowing smile. “Finish your drink, Debbie Nordall . I’ve got plans for you.”
She raised the glass. Her hand shook. The ice rattled against the sides.
After swallowing, she hurried to lick her upper lip. “Plans?”
Mick tipped back his head and finished his drink. Leaning forward, he removed a wallet from his back pocket and set a twenty-dollar bill on the bar under his empty glass. “Do you like water?”
“Mm…” She lowered her gaze. His slacks hugged his thighs, showcasing hard, powerful muscles that screamed to have a woman’s hands on them. “To drink, swim, or play in?”
He chuckled. “None of the above.”
The heat of his stare forced her to swallow the rest of her drink. She set it down on the bar. Narrowing her eyes, she tilted her head. “There’s something about you…”
He curled his lip and leaned closer. “Tell me.”
Deb shook her head and gazed down at her hands. This is crazy. I’ve wanted a man like this forever. I’ve fantasized about this very thing happening to me repeatedly, and yet … God, should she really follow him and find out what he planned?
Not sure if the alcohol made her freer with her thoughts or the man himself, she leaned toward him. Nose to nose, she whispered, “You turn me on.”
He blinked, and without losing eye contact, he stood up and leaned over. “I know.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She raised her brows and bit down on her lip. “Do you mind if I find my girlfriend, see if she’ll listen to me, and explain that I’m leaving with you?”
“No, of course.” He cupped her cheek and strummed his thumb over her lips. “Tell her we’ll be at the Betlow Marina, slot forty-two and I’ll make sure you get home safely. I can even give her references to call, if she wants to check me out.”
“I don’t think I have to go that far.” She grinned. “Thank you.”
Standing up, she gazed up at him. “I’ll hurry.”
“No rush. We’ve got all night.” He winked.
Chapter Two
After throwing the third and final mooring rope up on the top deck, Mick leaped onto the yacht. He set about preparing to shove the Crystal Belle away from the dock and out to sea. In his quest to take Debbie out on the open waters, he kept close watch out of his peripheral vision at the way she sat back and let him do his job. It’d do no good to lose her interest now, when she’d behaved so beautifully at the bar.
Tall and confident, she’d strolled through McAllister’s Bar in complete control. Her long legs loose, her shoulders back, and that lengthy blonde-streaked hair beckoned him with each womanly toss of her head. Young and moldable, she presented everything he wanted in a lover.
Those baby blue eyes begged for attention. He could almost smell her arousal. She hid nothing from him. Not her desire, her curiosity, or the way her body hummed in his presence. One little touch from him
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