Worth Waiting For by Vanessa Devereaux Page B

take the helm while I unhook the rope from the dock
there?”
    “Sure,” said Kate. She
held it tight as Brock unwound the rope and then jumped onto the boat and took
over for her.
    He hoped he’d fixed
everything properly and that this would be a mini adventure that Kate wouldn’t
forget anytime soon. He knew she put on a brave face most of the time but
underneath the façade he sensed she was worried about the future, hers and the restaurant’s .
    “You know where you’re
heading?” asked Kate. She put her arms around his waist and rested her chin on
his shoulder as he steered to starboard and they made their way out of the
harbor.
    “That direction,” he
said, navigating around the last of the harbor buoys.
    “Maybe we shouldn’t
go too far, as it’s Kate’s maiden voyage.”
    Did she sound like a Nervous Nelly or what? Not that he could blame
her. He’d driven a boat loads of times while he was
growing up, but on all occasions he’d had a professional standing by.
    “Sort of like she’s a
virgin, isn’t it? And don’t worry, I’m going around to that cove there so we
can stop and eat, and then maybe do some stargazing. So it’s not too far.”
    “Sounds
so romantic.”
    She kissed his
shoulder and his heart beat faster. Yeah, it was romantic and that’s the way he
wanted it to be. He’d thought about it all afternoon. A minute by minute play
of what they’d do. “And best thing is it’s free.”
    “ Free’s good.”
    It was, and to think that
less than a month ago, he’d thought having a good time meant nightclubs and
staying up till the early hours of the morning…and spending a ton of money. “You
want to try taking over here for me?”
    “You trust me
enough?”
    “Sure. If you do it
well enough I might even make you the captain’s mate.”
    “Yeah, the way things
are going I might have to come work for you.”
    They changed places.
He liked the sound of him and Kate working together. It was Brock’s turn to put
his arms around her waist. He rested his chin on her shoulder as she made her
way out and started to turn the corner into the first cove. Maybe he should
bring up the subject of her coming back to
Boston
with him when he left. “You’re an
expert at this,” he whispered. He rested his hand on her thigh and let a finger
trail over her skin.
    “Brock, stop that,
because I won’t be able to concentrate.”
    “So what would happen
if I started playing with your pussy?”
    “Brock, don’t even
think about doing that while I’m driving.”
    He laughed at her
choice of words. “I think it’s called steering.” He nipped playfully at her
shoulder while pretending to push his hand up under her shorts.
    “Brock, I’m warning
you.”
    “This Kate never
complains when I mess around with her parts.”
    She burst out
laughing.
    He laughed, too.
    “So whose parts do
you prefer?”
    “Ah, is that jealousy
I detect in your voice?” He loved teasing Kate. It was so much fun and one of
the thing that had made him fall so fast for her. He
knew she knew it was all a game, but he enjoyed the way she played along. Some
women would get plain bitchy about it but not his Kate. Wow, he’d referred to
her as his Kate. Guess this was moving into the serious relationship mode.
    “Stop it.”
    “How
about we find somewhere around this cove that’s very, very private and eat our
meal and then make love under the stars?” He
hoped Kate could feel his excitement at the suggestion. His cock pressed into
her ass cheeks, and he was thinking the make love bit should come before the
eating half of the evening.
    “Brock, you want me
to crash this boat or something?”
    That was the last
thing he wanted her to do. Not only because he’d put lots of hard work and
money into the boat but for their safety too.
    “Nope, but hurry up
and steer over that way.” He pointed to their right at a tiny cove that looked
quiet and secluded.
    “You have an anchor?”
asked Kate.
    “Yes, first mate.”