The harbor lights barely reached them out here. As she switched off the ignition, she wondered if she would have even cared if they did. Emilia straightened from securing the bowline. Her lips parted as Morgan caught her around the waist, and her hands fumbled at Morgan’s pants again.

“Nope.” She grabbed Emilia’s wrists. Emilia struggled against her grip and bit Morgan’s lower lip in frustration. Then, abruptly, she stopped fighting. Morgan loosed her hold and buried her fingers in Emilia’s wind-snarled hair.

She didn’t realize she’d been outmaneuvered until the back of her knees hit the captain’s chair. Emilia’s tongue danced across hers, distracting her again, and she sank onto the cushion.

Moonlight lit Emilia’s face as she gazed down at Morgan with a triumphant smirk. She straddled Morgan in a slow, fluid motion that hitched the fabric of her dress up her thighs.

“Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are?” Morgan asked as her hands explored the exposed skin. Emilia arched her back as Morgan cupped her ass, and she leaned in to kiss Emilia’s taut nipples through the fabric.

“God, Morgan.” Emilia tugged the collar of her dress down over one shoulder to bare the black bra beneath. Morgan didn’t need further instructions. She teased Emilia’s nipple free with her tongue, sucking in time to the jerk of Emilia’s hips against her. The swell of breast filled her mouth as Emilia pulled her head closer, and she kissed down the valley between them. Emilia gasped in frustration until Morgan took her other nipple in her mouth. She cried out then, not loud enough to carry over the water, but enough to bring Morgan close to climax once more. She needed to be inside Emilia. She wanted to tease Emilia the way Emilia had teased her, though she was loath to leave off running her hands down Emilia’s legs. However, when she pushed past the slick fabric of Emilia’s underwear and felt her swollen clit, she changed her mind. No teasing. She needed her now.

Emilia grabbed her hand. For a moment, Morgan thought she’d made a mistake. Then Emilia plunged Morgan’s fore and middle fingers inside herself, crying out again. Morgan wrapped her other arm around Emilia’s waist to support her, still teasing her nipple, and eased deeper into her.

“Harder,” Emilia panted in her ear.

Morgan came.

The shock waves rippled through her as Emilia rode her hand. When she added a third finger Emilia muffled a scream in her neck, her hips pushing Morgan in deeper still. She felt the first beginning of orgasm quivering through Emilia.

Not yet, she thought, and slowed her pace.

“God, Morgan, please don’t stop.”

“Come here.”