Unable to stop herself any longer, she stroked the arch of Emilia’s bare foot and up her calf, thrilling at the feel of warm skin against her palm. Emilia didn’t move away, and she continued the lazy caress, chewing on the inside of her lip to keep herself in check. Whenever the urge to slip her fingers under the hem of Emilia’s shorts became too strong, she pictured Ray sitting across from her.

The image wavered, however, as Emilia opened her legs wider. Morgan chanced a glance up. Emilia’s cheeks were flushed, and her lips were parted as she breathed more rapidly than normal. Still, Morgan hesitated. This boat clearly meant a great deal to Emilia, and she did not want to dishonor the memory of Ray Russo by going down on his daughter as she clutched the tiller, Morgan’s name on her lips . . . fuck. She swallowed. Be good. But Emilia’s thigh was pressed against her cheek, and she turned her face, dragging her palms down the underside of Emilia’s calf as she kissed the salt stained skin. Emilia gasped. The sound undid the last of Morgan’s dwindling restraint, and she licked the sea spray from Emilia’s thigh as her teeth and tongue worked their way up to the hem of Emilia’s white shorts. Morgan could hardly be held accountable for the fact that those shorts covered so little. She ran her tongue along the border of the cloth and paused whenever Emilia whimpered, savoring the way her body quivered as Morgan moved closer and closer to the place they both wanted her to be.

“Oh, God,” Emilia said when Morgan nipped at the warm fabric over her clit. She pinned Morgan there with one leg while the other braced herself against the side of the boat. Morgan eased the hem up further, grateful for the scant material. Emilia shuddered as Morgan slid her hand along the line of her bikini bottoms, but Morgan didn’t want to touch her with her fingers. She elicited a moan of protest as she withdrew and propped herself on her elbow to undo the top button of Emilia’s shorts, then slowly eased the zipper down. It didn’t give her enough access, but she kissed the skin of Emilia’s stomach as Emilia lifted her hips to allow Morgan to slip off her shorts. She knew she should be on the lookout for other boats, but she was beyond caution. She teased Emilia through the fabric of her suit. Emilia’s clit hardened as Morgan took it in her mouth through the cloth.