The boat floated downriver slowly, without any help or direction from him, while he lost himself completely in her arms. In fact, they actually bumped into the dock at Beckett… which was good, because in the state he was in, he would’ve happily let them drift on down to the Sound if it meant holding Becks on his lap a while longer. Good God Almighty, she tasted good. He’d been wanting to kiss her since… well, since that first kiss. That one had been for Creel’s benefit, though. This kiss, now… this kiss he could lose himself in. Did lose himself in. He had to twice stop himself from inching his fingers under her skirt, but nothing could’ve stopped him from brushing his palms against the wet cotton of her shirt. The sexy little moan she gave off when he passed over her nipples damn near broke his control. If the rain hadn’t strengthened right when they bumped into the dock, Mac wasn’t sure what he would’ve done. As it was, they broke apart, breathless, and she smiled at him.
