She nodded and started to answer, but he dipped his head and licked the hollow of her throat at the same time that he stroked his hands down her body and then back up again, this time beneath her shirt.

And then the shirt was gone.

Everywhere he touched, her skin came alive with fiery trails, and she shivered as he lingered as if wanting to remember every second of this.

She most definitely would. She heard a soft, breathy moan and realized it was her, as her fingers curled into the muscles of his back. He shifted, angling their hips closer so she could rock up into him, and the friction . . . the delicious eroticism of it had her halfway to orgasm. His mouth claimed hers again, the kiss ratcheting up her body temperature, and when he pulled back, she nearly cried. “Don’t you dare ask me if I want to stop,” she gasped.

He let out a rough laugh and nipped her earlobe as his hands worked to liberate her from her pants. They got caught on her steel-toed work boots, making him swear. She sat up to help, laughing at the sight of him sliding off the bed—and they were on a bed, on a boat, good God stop thinking about it—and onto his knees. Naked, he bent over her boots to work the hopelessly tangled laces. Swearing again, he finally just muscled the boots off, tossing them impatiently over his shoulder, where they hit the wall with twin thunks.

She was grinning when he freed her pants from around her ankles and crawled back up her body.

Seeing the man in clothes had been heart-stopping. The sight of him without was perfection.

“I’m tired already,” he murmured, smiling into her laughing face. “You wore me out.”

“Poor baby. Does that mean I get the top?”

“Next time,” he said, and bent his head to her body, where he proceeded to rob her of the ability to speak more than words like “oh God” and “don’t stop” and “please, more” for a very long time.

When she was boneless and still gasping for air, he entered her and revved her up all over again, their wild kisses moving in rhythm with their bodies.

It was shatteringly intense, and this time they lost themselves together. When she could finally uncurl her toes, she blinked the real world back into focus. There, for a moment, she’d forgotten her own name, though she was pretty sure all the wildlife on the lake now knew his. “Wow.”

At her side, Cam laughed roughly, sounding lighter than she’d ever heard him. “Yeah.” He pulled her into him and buried his face in her hair. “You just destroyed me. You know that, right? You own me now, Piper.”

He was just teasing; she knew that. “We’re going to do that again, right?”