With a rough groan that spoke to all her good parts, he wrapped her up tight and kissed her back. At some point, he rose to his feet with her still in his arms. His big hands went to her ass to hold her against him as he walked, and she gave an involuntary squeak of terror as she remembered they were on the docks, surrounded by water.

“Close your eyes,” he said.

“You just told me to open them.”

“And now I’m telling you to close them again.”

He walked only a few yards, it seemed, before taking a big step onto something. Something that rocked.

A boat.

Oh good God. Her heart thumped heavily in her chest, and not with lust this time. “Cam—”

“Keep ’em closed, Piper.”

She heard a door open and then shut, and what she thought might be the click of a lock before she was finally settled on something soft. Before she could decide what, Cam’s big, warm body came down over her. Entangling his fingers with hers, he slowly drew her hands up to either side of her head.

“Okay,” he said.

Her eyes flew open to find his dark and heated on hers. “We’re on a boat,” she whispered.

“Yes. Away from anyone’s view. Unless you’re changing your mind.”

Not in this lifetime. “No.”

He nodded, but still looked so . . . solemn. “I don’t have a condom.”

She couldn’t remember ever feeling so disappointed about anything ever. “Why?”

He almost smiled at that, she could tell. “Because I’m a very stupid, stupid man.”

“So stupid.”

That did get her a smile. “I realize you’ve got zero reason to trust me, but I’m disease free. Are you on the pill?”

She gave him a bobblehead nod. “And I’ve been checked too.”

She felt his thumb glide over her lower lip. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured huskily. “And I’ll stop.”

“Just like that?”

His fingers sank into her hair, his eyes softening. “Always just like that. I mean, there might be some grown-man crying, but this is your show, you’re in the driver’s seat here.”

Since her body was already damp and trembling for him, stopping was the last thing she intended to do.

“Piper?”

“The only thing I want you to stop doing is talking so you can do stuff to me and make me forget that we’re on the water.”

“Bossy. I like it.”

“Then you’re going to love this. Lose the wet suit, Cam. Quickly.”

He lifted up and did just that, leaving her speechless for a moment, because just like that first night in her house during the storm, he was commando.

He, however, was not speechless. “Just so you know,” he said, his mouth making its merry way along her jaw to her ear, “you can be bossy in my bed anytime.”