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was in order. “Truth is, I might be able to write the sexy stuff, but I’m not sure how good I’ll be at it in real life. My sexual experience is limited. Really limited. I might end up being a big disappointment.” So much for her resolve to no longer be ruled by that particular fear. But in this case, it wasn’t one she could readily ignore.
Her lack of sexual expertise wasn’t the only thing making her belly do flip-flops. Ty and Gibb were gorgeous hunks who could have any woman they wanted. She was far from being a supermodel with a perfect, airbrushed body that repelled cellulite. Her thighs were all too happy to rat out her lifelong love affair with sweets and pasta. And buried not so deep inside her, she was still that gawky book geek suffering a mega crush on two beautiful men who were ridiculously out of her league. It was impossible to forget that glaring fact.
Gibb tilted her chin, ensuring she met his prodding gaze. “There is no damn way you could disappoint us. Get that idea right out of your head.”
He must have read something in her eyes that gave away her lingering doubts because he leaned down and kissed her, the firm, sinful pressure of his lips going a long way in eradicating her uncertainty. His tongue glided along hers, stirring up a luscious melting sensation that left her dizzy. He broke the kiss and traced her jaw with a gentle brushstroke of his fingertips. “Besides, I’m just as scared shitless about disappointing you .”
“What? That’s crazy.” She twitched her nose when he pinned her with a telling look. “Well played, you crafty bastard.”
Chuckling, he steered her toward the wide dock and the enormous cabin cruiser berthed at the first set of weathered pilings. She took note of the name stenciled in black paint on the stern. Salty Girl . Oh thank God, it was the name of their boat. Curious about the others, she craned her neck to scope out the neighboring vessels. Hump Master . Wet Dream . The Dirty Oar . “Uh, let me take a wild stab here. Ty got the job of naming the boats?”
Gibb grunted. “What gave it away?”
“Hey, those are world-class awesome names. Gibb’s only jealous he didn’t come up with them.” Ty swung his leg over the metal guardrail spanning the length of the ship and held out his hand to her.
Keeping any further assessment of his dubious boat-naming skills to herself, she accepted his assistance and climbed aboard. While Ty took care of freeing the mooring lines, she followed the narrow deck to the seating area near the helm. She plopped her beach bag on the cushioned bench and rubbed at the crick in her neck.
“Up for a quick tour before we leave?” Gibb asked as he stepped behind her. He cupped her shoulders and kneaded them lightly.
“Sure. Especially if you keep doling out these massages.” She lolled her head to the side and sighed in unreserved bliss while Gibb’s magic fingers zeroed in on the tension points at the base of her nape. If his aim was to relax her enough she’d be too limp and brain-fogged to say no to anything he and Ty might have up their sleeves, it was damn well working.
“I wasn’t merely using reverse psychology on you earlier with that part about not wanting to disappoint you.” Gibb’s warm breath fanned her cheek. “I’m terrified I’m going to fuck this up.”
“H-have you changed your mind? About being with me?” Her stomach knotting, she waited for him to deliver the news sure to crush her.
“I’ve wanted you for a long time. I’m too selfish to give up this opportunity.”
His admission sent the heaviness in her chest immediately packing. The intense longing she’d harbored all these years was mutual? It didn’t seem possible. Any minute now she was probably going to wake up and find out this was all a dream. Unable to mask the wistfulness in her sigh, she snuggled against him. “You’re not being selfish if I want it too.”
He caressed the sensitive spot behind her earlobe. She
Her lack of sexual expertise wasn’t the only thing making her belly do flip-flops. Ty and Gibb were gorgeous hunks who could have any woman they wanted. She was far from being a supermodel with a perfect, airbrushed body that repelled cellulite. Her thighs were all too happy to rat out her lifelong love affair with sweets and pasta. And buried not so deep inside her, she was still that gawky book geek suffering a mega crush on two beautiful men who were ridiculously out of her league. It was impossible to forget that glaring fact.
Gibb tilted her chin, ensuring she met his prodding gaze. “There is no damn way you could disappoint us. Get that idea right out of your head.”
He must have read something in her eyes that gave away her lingering doubts because he leaned down and kissed her, the firm, sinful pressure of his lips going a long way in eradicating her uncertainty. His tongue glided along hers, stirring up a luscious melting sensation that left her dizzy. He broke the kiss and traced her jaw with a gentle brushstroke of his fingertips. “Besides, I’m just as scared shitless about disappointing you .”
“What? That’s crazy.” She twitched her nose when he pinned her with a telling look. “Well played, you crafty bastard.”
Chuckling, he steered her toward the wide dock and the enormous cabin cruiser berthed at the first set of weathered pilings. She took note of the name stenciled in black paint on the stern. Salty Girl . Oh thank God, it was the name of their boat. Curious about the others, she craned her neck to scope out the neighboring vessels. Hump Master . Wet Dream . The Dirty Oar . “Uh, let me take a wild stab here. Ty got the job of naming the boats?”
Gibb grunted. “What gave it away?”
“Hey, those are world-class awesome names. Gibb’s only jealous he didn’t come up with them.” Ty swung his leg over the metal guardrail spanning the length of the ship and held out his hand to her.
Keeping any further assessment of his dubious boat-naming skills to herself, she accepted his assistance and climbed aboard. While Ty took care of freeing the mooring lines, she followed the narrow deck to the seating area near the helm. She plopped her beach bag on the cushioned bench and rubbed at the crick in her neck.
“Up for a quick tour before we leave?” Gibb asked as he stepped behind her. He cupped her shoulders and kneaded them lightly.
“Sure. Especially if you keep doling out these massages.” She lolled her head to the side and sighed in unreserved bliss while Gibb’s magic fingers zeroed in on the tension points at the base of her nape. If his aim was to relax her enough she’d be too limp and brain-fogged to say no to anything he and Ty might have up their sleeves, it was damn well working.
“I wasn’t merely using reverse psychology on you earlier with that part about not wanting to disappoint you.” Gibb’s warm breath fanned her cheek. “I’m terrified I’m going to fuck this up.”
“H-have you changed your mind? About being with me?” Her stomach knotting, she waited for him to deliver the news sure to crush her.
“I’ve wanted you for a long time. I’m too selfish to give up this opportunity.”
His admission sent the heaviness in her chest immediately packing. The intense longing she’d harbored all these years was mutual? It didn’t seem possible. Any minute now she was probably going to wake up and find out this was all a dream. Unable to mask the wistfulness in her sigh, she snuggled against him. “You’re not being selfish if I want it too.”
He caressed the sensitive spot behind her earlobe. She
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