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A blush that I don’t dare hide tints my cheeks, showing him just how much he means to me. Worry rolls in, wondering if he assumes because of the life I was raised in that he thinks what he has to offer isn’t enough. “You know I don’t need—”
He cuts me off with an inked finger to my lips. “I know you don’t need any of this, Sky. Detach yourself from that, because that’s not what this is. A yacht sounded romantic as fuck, and that’s why I did it.” He waggles his eyebrows as he points to the bed down the small narrow hallway.
I pluck the champagne from the ice and run away from him. “Why would we waste time in here when we have that view out there?”
He sends me a crooked smile, wanting to chase after me but needing to get us away from this dock first.
We undo the tie off ropes before Foster goes to the wheel. I don’t think much of him knowing how to drive it, as we’ve all been raised by the water. “I’m going to anchor us out about six miles west and then we’ll relax on the front.”
“Can we eat?”
“Of course, baby, go get comfortable.”
Gentle waves lap the side of the boat as I walk across to the front. I trail my fingers down the silver railing, breathing in the fresh, salty breeze.
I dip down into the kitchen, being careful to not open the cabinets that were damaged as I search for a plate.
It’s beautiful down here, and rich, shiny wood curves around the rounded room. I pull a few items I packed that need to be heated. I made a charcuterie board, but the brie needs to be warmed.
Not wanting to take forever for the oven to preheat, I pop it into the microwave.
While waiting, I take a moment to peek into the bedroom. It’s dimly lit by an amber lamp, and the view of the ocean strings in a cast of sunlight. It’s romantic, but not as romantic as us lying together in the open air.
The microwave dings, and I take it out and arrange all the meats, cheeses, and fruits on the wooden tray from our basket before hurrying outside.
I make my way to the bow of the ship, taking in the landscape around us. There’s nothing for miles besides deep blue waters. This is the perfect little getaway.
I set down the board and pluck the cool bottle of champagne from the basket before laying out my towel. A speaker clicks on, and Foster’s voice takes over the waves. “Ma’am, this is your captain speaking. There are no swimsuits allowed on this boat. Please remove them before I remove them for you.”
I throw my head back in laughter, peering back to find him looking at me from behind the glass.
If there’s one thing about Foster that will never get old is how undeniably sexy he looks doing absolutely anything.
I pull out a book from the basket, attempting to distract myself from the thoughts of him until he’s near, but it’s impossible.
Only when he’s walking down, ripping off his shirt, revealing his tanned chest, do I bite my lip and let it all consume me.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he asks as he works with the lever to drop the anchor.
I nod, looking him up and down slowly. “It is.”
A chuckle escapes him. “You’re being the insatiable one today, aren’t you?”
I shrug. “It’s not my fault you look like that.”
He shakes his hair and flexes his muscles. “So sexy.”
I laugh as he sits beside me. “This is adorable.” He points to the wooden board filled with snacks.
“I figured it would be perfect for today, that way we can just grab a bite whenever we want.”
He grabs a cracker and dips it into the brie wheel. “It’s warm.” He moans, “This is delicious.”
“I heated it up.” I smile proudly, plucking a grape from the vine and popping it into my mouth. Foster is watching my lips, his eyes growing wild.
But I know that if we start now, this is where we’ll be for the remainder of the day, so I slip off my shorts and run to the front of the ship, spreading my arms out like Rose. I peer my head back to look at Foster, who is stretched out, propped on one elbow watching me.
“Don’t jump in the water,” he teases.