He sighed as their shoes thudded along the weathered wood planks that led down to the boats. “I would’ve never taunted her on purpose. But hell if I’m going to be polite while she insults you. She can be a bitch to me if she wants, but she has no right to shoot arrows your way.”
“It’s okay. I have a badass bitch in me, too, if I need it. I can defend myself,” she said, leaning into him and giving his side a poke to lighten the mood. “And that chick was already drawing out my street side.”
“Oh, really,” he said, looking down at her and smiling. “You have a possessive streak, Ms. LeBreck?”
She lifted a shoulder. “There’s a reason no one else ever served you at the diner. I would’ve cut a bitch who tried. That includes Nathan.”
He chuckled and spun her against him. “Is that right? Lucky for you, Nathan’s not my type.”
“Yeah, what is your type then, Mr. Austin?”
“Hmm, let’s see. Sexy, nice ass, gives good head.”
She punched his chest. “Jerk! And by the way, that means Nathan is your type.”
He laughed, mirth dancing in those blue eyes. “Okay, how about all those things plus funny, gorgeous, strong, ambitious, submissive, possessive, and knows how to bake a muffin that will make you weep?”
“Better.”
Wyatt eyed the end of the dock where a group of people were gathering near what Kelsey assumed was the yacht that was going to take them over to Devil Cay. Yay, more time to hang with the oh so sweet Gwen. Fun times. Wyatt brought his attention back to her. “Looks like it’s time to board.”
“So it seems.”
“But first, I have a little confession,” he said, touching his forehead to hers.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Truth is, I’m wildly possessive, too. And I’m not quite ready to share you yet.” He stepped back and tugged her hand, guiding her down another stretch of the pier and toward a separate row of smaller boats that bobbed and dipped in the water. Though, smaller was a relative term since they were all bigger and fancier looking than any boats she’d ever seen.
“Where are you going?”
“Fuck the communal yacht. We’re getting our own ride.”
“But—”
He stopped and pressed a finger to her lips, his hot gaze singeing right through her protest. “Not asking you. We got interrupted in the car. I’m not going to let it happen again. Plus, I can’t very well fuck you with thirty people watching, now can I?”
She arched an eyebrow.
His dimples flashed. “Dirty, dirty girl.”
Oh, he had no idea. With the way he was looking at her right now, she’d probably let him take her right there on the dock.
She took a deep breath. No looking back now.
“I’m all yours, sir.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Wyatt spoke in low tones to the young guy he’d commandeered to take them over to the island. He didn’t want Kelsey hearing his instructions. He was enjoying that curious look she was giving him from her perch on the large cushions on the back deck of the small yacht.
“You sure you know how to handle this thing?” Wyatt asked. The kid couldn’t have been more than twenty-two or twenty-three.
“No problem, sir.” Johan slid his sunglasses to the top of his head. “I’ve been helping my father captain the boats since I was sixteen. You’re in good hands.”
“Excellent.” The boat rocked beneath them with the wake from the large luxury liner the other guests had boarded. Wyatt reached out for a railing, watching with satisfaction as the other ship pulled away without them. “You see that boat, my friend. Stay a good distance from that one. I’m paying you for privacy.”
“Yes, sir. I understand completely,” Johan said, a shy but sly smile breaking through all that suntanned skin, his cheeks coloring a bit. His gaze strayed to Kelsey for a moment, and there was no missing the flare of appreciation.