Damien laughed as she sat up shaking herself. “It is not cold. It’s seventy-five-degree water.”

Mandy didn’t like his answer. She leaned over and tossed a handful of water in his direction before he realized what she was doing. Warm water hit his face and bare chest.

Damien blinked and shook his head so the water scattered. “Definitely warm.”

She laughed. “You idiot.”

“What? What did I do?” He leaned toward her, thinking it would be a really great idea to kiss her right now.

Mandy must have thought he was going to splash her or some other form of retribution because she quickly scooted backward. “No, don’t!”

Only her laughter cut out when she lost her balance and rocked precariously. Damien shot his arms out and grabbed her before she tumbled over the side of the boat. “Careful now.”

He settled her onto his lap, away from the edge, and took a deep breath to slow down his racing heart. She’d scared the shit out of him for a split second there.

“You rescued me,” she said, her chocolate brown eyes melting as she looked at him.

He had a funny feeling that the opposite was true. She had rescued him. As she dusted her lips over his, and her bottom pressed into his thighs, her breasts firm and warm on his chest, Damien held her to him.

“It was nothing.” And if he kept telling himself that, maybe he’d believe it.

Mandy pulled back and raised her eyebrows suggestively. “Ever done it on a boat?”

“No.” Damien gave in to the pleasure of caressing her backside, but refrained from anything else. “And I’m not going to today either, since we’re fifty feet from shore.”

Mandy looked over her shoulder at the beach and let out a sigh. “Oh, damn. That’s really a shame.”

Her mournful expression made him laugh. “What do you want to do now? We could play water volleyball, or go for a donkey ride on the beach. Or we could go back to my room, and I could lick you all over and make you come. I’ll let you decide.”

Moistening her lips, she smiled, a slow, sensual smile. “As fond as I am of donkeys, I’ll choose the third option.”

The boat hit the sand, and they lurched to a stop. Mandy’s ass smashed into his erection. “Good choice,” he said through clenched teeth.

The plane was quiet, the sun-soaked passengers lethargic. A Julia Roberts movie was playing on the TV monitors, but Mandy hadn’t bothered to plug in her headphones. She was content to just lean on Damien’s arm, a blanket wrapped over her.