Free When Tomorrow Ends by Cyndi Raye

his hand out and she had no choice but to take it again. Maggie took a deep breath and clasped on to his hand as he pulled her on board.
     
    At first he didn’t let her go. The warmth from his hand as it radiated into her being had her taking tiny little breaths of air. Jake lifted her hand and his mouth lingered close to her skin for longer than necessary. He placed a light kiss on the inside of her wrist and let it drop. Except the kiss burned deep in to her skin and made her want him more. Intense. Wicked.
     
    “You’re doing this on purpose!” she accused.
     
    “Doing what?” he asked, his face innocent and void of emotion.
     
    She found it hard to breath when he stood so close. “You’re a tease Jake Hatfield and you know it!”
     
    He grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer, looking her over in slow motion. “Like you, I plan to demolish my prey, and make her beg for mercy before the night is over.”
     
    She swallowed. “Nonsense, I thought we were strict friends for the next two weeks?”
     
    Jake’s chest rumbled when he laughed out loud. “Maggie McCoy, friends don’t dress like this.” He nodded to her body again.
     
    She smiled a wicked smile and turned her back on him. “Oh Jake, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
     
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    He didn’t know how long he could last as friends with Maggie and her seductive outfit on. The leopard print top cris-crossed over the top of her breasts and pushed them up where all he could do was stare at her front. The top wrapped around low on her back and he wanted to drag the white frilly skirt off so he could see what was underneath. At each movement she made, little ruffles parted where a bit of skin peeked out but then the skirt went back in place and made him desperate to see more flesh.
     
    Jake shook his head. Two could play this game. “Maggie, can you put some of this lotion on my back before we take off?” He grabbed a tube of suntan oil from the console of the boat and stripped off his sleeveless white tee shirt in a slow move that would make any male stripper proud. His back to her, he flexed a few muscles on purpose and then turned around and handed her the lotion. His brow shot up when she stood there speechless.
     
    “Cat got your tongue?” he asked and winked. He grinned. It had been some time since he winked at her. He remembered when they first met he would do it often. This is what she wanted, he realized all of a sudden.
     
    She took the tube from his outstretched hand and turned the lid in slow motion as she took slow, seductive steps towards him. “Turn around,” she whispered, her voice low in her throat. He felt the cool liquid on his back as she began to rub it in with both her hands. Jake closed his eyes.
     
    “Maggie,” he groaned.
     
    Her hands stilled. “That was easy,” she said, unaware she spoke out loud.
     
    Jake turned and picked her up with one swoop, then threw her off the boat right in to the canal. He jumped in after her and waited in the water until she came up for air. After she sputtered and cursed him out, he helped her back in to the boat. “I thought you needed cooling off, Maggie,” he laughed.
     
    She stood above him on the deck when he began to pull himself up. He looked up when she placed her foot on his chest and held him back from getting on board. “Now look what you did, Jake Hatfield. You soaked my skirt. Now I’m going to have to take it off to dry.”
     
    He waited, her foot on his chest and his eyes on the flash of skin underneath the skirt. He’d wanted to do that since she showed up earlier. She took her hands and peeled the material away from her body. The barely there tiny leopard print stared him in the face. He reached out because he couldn’t help it until her foot pushed forward as Jake fell back in the water with a splash.
     
    He went for a long swim while she stood on deck in her glorious leopard suit. Jake didn’t know if he could get back up there without ripping it