"Eve." He moved her hand away. "Stop apologizing, okay?"
She shook her head. "Nope," she sniffled. "I don"t think I can do that."
He sighed, pulling her down to press her cheek against his chest. "Well then," he said, "I"ll just have to distract you."
"Distract me?" she asked, watching as he took her hand, curling all her fingers into a fist except for her pointer finger, which he straightened and used like a pencil, tracing one of the tattoos on the inside of his lean hip.
"Mmm-hmm," he murmured, dropping a kiss into her crown as his rough palm smoothed over her hip. "A man"s got to do what a man"s got to do."
"The Grapes of Wrath?" she asked distractedly when he released her hand so she could continue the tracing on her own. She caught her lips between her teeth as his manhood twitched and swelled to throbbing, violent life.
"A b.a.s.t.a.r.dized version of it," he whispered, reaching up to thumb her nipple. It sprang to instant, aching attention.
And though there was a part of her that still felt close to tears, a part of her that felt that even if she apologized a thousand more times it still wouldn"t be enough, there was another part of her that burned at the thought of Billy taking her again.
And he and John Steinbeck were certainly right about one thing. A man had to do what a man had to do. But a woman had to do what a woman had to do, too. So, lifting her head, she closed her mouth over his, breathing in his breath, reveling in his taste, letting herself get lost in him...
Chapter Twenty-three.
Lake Michigan 7:15 a.m.
Kisses.
It was the most wonderful way to wake up. Sweet, delicate kisses drifting down Bill"s stomach toward the erection that was straining beneath the covers...
When Eve got to his bellyb.u.t.ton, she stopped, dipping her tongue inside, and his toes curled. He threw back the comforter, pushed her inky hair away from her forehead, and the soft light filtering in through the portholes highlighted the glint in her gorgeous sapphire eyes as she looked up at him.
"Good morning," she breathed, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.
"Indeed it is," he told her, grinning, loving the half-smile pulling at one corner of her mouth. "And it"ll be even better if you continue what you"re doing."
"What I"m doing?" She lifted a brow, playing the coquette to perfection. "Oh, you mean this?" She opened her hot, wet mouth, and laved the tip of his erection with the soft, raspy pad of her tongue.
"Mmm-hmmm..." He fisted his hands in her hair, thrusting his hips upward just slightly. Sweet Mother Mary, have mercy. "That"s exactly what I m-mean." And just as he was about to settle in-because, come on, the only thing better than waking up to soft kisses on his stomach was waking up to a blow-job; he was a guy, after all-the softly rocking sailboat suddenly rolled violently to the port side, nearly tossing them off the bed. Then, the vessel heaved to the starboard, and this time Bill did slide off the mattress, slamming against the teakwood decking on his back.
"Holy c.r.a.p!" Eve yelled. He pulled himself to his knees in time to watch her jump from the rumpled bed and grab onto the doorframe separating the berth from the rest of the small cabin. A sizzle of white light blazed through the portholes followed almost immediately by a deafening crash of thunder. "We"ve sailed into a thunderstorm!"
And yeah, he didn"t need to be told. The fact that every hair on his body was standing on end pretty much made that a foregone conclusion. Talk about a total soft-on. For future reference, the best way to lose chub? Sail into a thunderstorm and get tossed off the bed onto your a.s.s.
"I, uh, I forgot to check the NOAA weather forecast last night," he admitted as the boat heaved again. Scrambling to his feet, he grabbed his discarded swim trunks with one hand while steadying himself on the mattress with the other.
"We were a little busy," she said, turning, stumbling down the length of the cabin to retrieve her bikini bottoms as the vessel bucked again. The sky opened up and rain pounded against the hull, creating a constant, dull roar.
Yeah, busy. They"d certainly been that. And even with the vessel being tossed around like a cork on the ocean, he still took the time to appreciate the sight of Eve scrambling into those skimpy red bottoms while he hopped into his shorts. Shoving his cell phone into one Velcro pocket, he staggered out to the galley in time to see her slip an orange life vest over her T-shirt. Handing him a vest, he pulled it over his head just as the humming engine suddenly caught, choked, rumbled unsteadily for a bit, and finally sputtered and died.
"s.h.i.t," he cursed. "That can"t be another rope. We can"t be that unlucky."
Although, in all reality, considering how things had been going for Eve lately, he wouldn"t lay down any money on that last statement.
"No." She shook her head, her eyes wide. "It"s probably zebra mussels. With the water all churned up like this-"
"What kind of mussels?" he asked as the boat took another violent roll to the port side. He banged his hip against the table and caught Eve as she slammed against him.
"Hurry," she said, hastily pushing away, "we have to check the output port."
He followed her up the short cabin stairs. When she opened the door to the deck, the wind ripped the thing from her hands. It slammed against the side of the cabin-crash!-splintering the wood and cracking the porthole window. Rain immediately deluged them, soaking them to the bone and pelting against any exposed skin like tiny, sharp knives as the boat caught a wave broadside and tipped precariously. Frothing gray water rushed over the deck, pouring into the open cabin and freezing Bill"s legs from the knees down as he struggled to retain his balance.
"The engine"s cooling system"s output port is on the aft, starboard side!" Eve shouted as she pushed up onto the deck, grabbing onto the railing to steady herself as the vicious wind tried to yank her from the boat.
Boom! Another flash of lightning blazed overhead, slicing through the violent sky, cleaving the angry, roiling clouds in two.
"Go check to see if there"s a sooty residue near the port!" she yelled, stumbling toward the Harken roller that would unfurl the mainsail. "If there"s not," he had to strain to hear her over the howling wind, over the rain drumming against the deck and the waves crashing against the hull, "then try to restart the engine! If there is residue, come back and help me with the mainsail!"
s.h.i.t, s.h.i.t, s.h.i.t...
Bill had been in some pretty hairy situations before, but usually he was the one who knew what steps to take. He wasn"t used to relying on the expertise of another. Though, he had to admit, if he had to be caught out in the middle of Lake Michigan during a violent squall, he couldn"t think of a better sailing partner than Eve.
The woman had been raised on the water. In fact, his sister had proudly informed him a couple of months ago that Eve was a five-time CYC Mackinac Island racing champ. At the time, he"d told Becky to stuff it, maintaining that he had no interest at all in Eve or her accomplishments. But, he had to admit as he stumbled across the heaving, bucking deck toward the rear of the vessel to check the cooling water output port-please don"t let it be sooty; please let us still have engine function-right now he took comfort in the knowledge that she was a first-cla.s.s yachtsman...er...yachtswoman? Was that even a word?
Sploosh! A giant gray wave rolled over the vessel behind him, and he turned to squint against the driving rain, his heart in his throat, half expecting to find Eve had been washed overboard. But she was hanging on to the main mast, wrestling with the forestay, the cable that ran from the top of the mast to the deck.
"Hurry, Billy!" she screamed when she caught him staring. It was all the impetus he needed. Clutching the railing in a tight fist, he shuffled forward on the slick deck until he reached the back of the vessel. Taking a firm handhold, he leaned over the side.
"Oh, f.u.c.k." His whispered words were caught and tossed away by the viciously howling wind. "Residue!" he yelled to Eve, turning to make his way back to her.
"Okay!" She nodded, finally defeating the stubborn forestay. "Come help me with the mainsail! It"s blowing at least forty knots! These waves are coming every eight to ten seconds, and some are sixteen feet high! One more broadside could flip us! We have to get control! Now!"
And even though his breath was burning in his lungs, even though his pulse was racing out of control, the way Eve was working, so quickly and so efficiently, gave him a modic.u.m of...not comfort. There was nothing comfortable about their current situation. But knowing Eve, five-time CYC Mackinac Island racing-champ Eve, was in control made him feel as if the odds were stacked in their favor.
And in his line of work, anytime the odds were stacked in his favor he considered it a good day.
By the time he managed to shuffle back to the main mast, spreading his bare feet wide on the water-logged deck, she"d already begun the process of unfurling the mainsail. "We can"t take it all the way up!" she instructed, her black hair plastered against her pale cheeks like long, dark fingers, her blue eyes bright with calculation. "We need it at about fifty percent to give us control!"
"Whatever you say, Captain!" he yelled, water filling his mouth and eyes as he tilted his head back to watch the mainsail climb toward the roiling sky, flapping violently with the wind, its cables clanging loudly against the mast.
When Eve was satisfied with the amount of woven sailcloth they"d unfurled, she instructed him. "Okay, let"s move to the wheelhouse!"
Grabbing her hand, consoled by the feeling of her slim fingers laced with his, they shuffled around the cabin toward the covered c.o.c.kpit. Ducking under the wheelhouse"s roof was like stepping into a ba.s.s drum in the middle of the Rose Bowl parade. Rain hammered against the ceiling, roaring and pounding as towering waves continued to try to roll the boat. Then, Bill watched in amazement as Eve"s hands grabbed the wheel. She turned it a bit, adjusted it a notch, then ducked her chin, water sheeting off her face, to watch the mainsail catch the wind and snap tight. The loud pop echoed even above the clamoring storm.
She nodded, blowing out a shaky breath as she maneuvered the boat into the waves until it was no longer rolling side to side but climbing each swell confidently before plunging down the other side.
"Sonofab.i.t.c.h," he breathed, holding onto the steering console, shaking his head. "I think I just s.h.i.t enough bricks to replicate the Great Wall of China."
She reached up to scrub the water from her eyes. "You were in the Navy," she said, making a face. "Surely you"ve been in worse storms than this."
"Just because I was in the Navy, that doesn"t mean I actually spent much time on a ship. And the ships I have been on were so big most storms didn"t so much as make the vessel wobble."
"Well," she grinned, "welcome to the Wonderful World of Sailing. It"s exciting here."
"Hot d.a.m.n," he huffed in agreement, loving the way her eyes were bright with enthusiasm. Then, "Holy s.h.i.t! You"re actually having fun, aren"t you?"
She laughed, shrugging one shoulder. Then her expression changed. Dimmed. Like someone had flipped a switch inside her. "Maybe not fun," she admitted, "but for a second there, I forget my father or my ex-husband or both were trying to kill me. For a second there, I forgot about what happened to Buzzard..."
And as wonderful as it"d been to see excitement in her eyes, it was just as awful to see such unremitting pain and guilt there. "Sweetheart," he tried to infuse his voice with understanding, "I told you, what happened to Buzzard wasn"t-"
"I need to go out and reef the sail," she cut him off. "With the force of these winds, I think we"re running too heavy."
"Let me-"
"No." She shook her head, her sopping hair swishing across the thick orange fabric of the life vest. "I"m the one who knows how much sail to bring in. You need to stay here and man the wheel." She pointed at the compa.s.s. "Try to keep it at this heading. That should ensure we"re still going in the right direction for Ludington, but it will also keep up from sailing directly into the waves or having them hit us abeam."
"Eve, I-"
"You got this?" she asked, taking a step back, indicating he should take control of the vessel.
What could he say but, "Yeah, I got this."
When he grabbed the wheel, he was surprised by the way it bucked in his hand. It took strength to hold them on the correct course.
Strength...
Not something he"d ever really equated with Eve. But he was learning just how misguided and misinformed he was in that department. Still, the knowledge that she was one h.e.l.l of a tough lady behind that delicate, fancy, cupcake exterior did nothing to mitigate his anxiety as she exited the wheelhouse and began inching her way across the slippery deck toward the mast. He realized he was holding his breath, trying to squint through the gray haze of rain to watch her every little movement, when his brain began to buzz.
Forcing himself to rake in much needed oxygen, he sent a prayer of thanks skyward when she quickly furled a tiny bit of sail before turning to make her way back to the c.o.c.kpit.
Boooooommmm!
A blinding flash of bright white light accompanied a bone-rattling, ear-splitting crash that rocked the boat. The main mast lit up like a roman candle, and the hair on the top of Bill"s head and the back of his neck lifted in warning. The metallic smell of electricity burned through the air and tasted like a new penny when he dragged in a harsh breath.
Jesus Christ! They"d been struck by lightning!
"Eve!" he yelled, turning toward the starboard side of the boat where he"d last seen her. But she was...gone.
Cold...
That was the first thing Eve noticed when she blinked open her eyes to find herself staring up into a frightening canopy of cruel, gray clouds. She was cold right down to the marrow of her bones. The second thing she noticed was a feeling of weightlessness, of being born up into the air and sinking back down again.
And then, suddenly, her stunned synapses began firing, and she realized she was adrift. She was adrift in the lake and- A huge cross-wave rolled over her head, filling her mouth with acrid-tasting water, trickling down into her lungs before her life vest bobbed her to the surface.
"Uhhhhh," she raked in a breath, coughing and sputtering, trying to orient herself in the water, trying to keep her head above the swells that lifted her aloft before slamming her down.
Oh, G.o.d. She was going to die. People set adrift in the vastness of Lake Michigan in the middle of a storm didn"t survive. They just didn"t.
Oh, G.o.d. Oh, G.o.d. Oh- "Eve!"
At first she wasn"t sure if she"d heard correctly. She thought it was the wind howling and screaming and playing trick on her ears.
"Eve!"
Okay, and that was no trick. She turned-struggling to tread water-just in time to see Billy throw an arm over her shoulder. He hooked his fingers into her opposite armpit in the traditional lifeguard"s hold.
"B-Billy!" she choked, coughing up gritty water from her lungs. She"d never been so happy to feel the weight of another human pressing against her back as she was right at that very moment.
"Don"t worry," he yelled, sputtering as a wave slapped him in the face. "I"ve got you!"
Yeah, he had her. But...but who had him?
And then she saw he was using his free hand to pull on the safety line he"d wrapped around himself, trying to haul them through the heaving waters back toward Summer Lovin". The sailboat bobbed atop the waves some forty feet away.
Turning in his embrace, she grabbed the line. And, hand-over-hand, they managed to slowly, so frustratingly slowly, halve the distance to the boat as the wind and waves tossed them about like waterlogged sc.r.a.ps. In less than a minute, hypothermia was setting in. Eve could feel it in the stiffness of her muscles, in the numbness of her limbs, in the way her strength was ebbing, drifting out of her with each crashing wave.
"Hurry, B-Billy," she sputtered. "W-we..." Her teeth were chattering so hard, her jaw was locking down. "We h-have to get o-out of th-this water."
"I know," he coughed. "Wrap your arms around m-my neck and hang on. I can get us there f-faster-" Another wave rolled over their heads, filling their ears and mouths. And Eve wondered, as the frigid water swirled above her, whether or not they could actually make it. Any relief she"d felt upon seeing Billy beside her leaked from her to sink down to the pitch-black bottom of the lake. If he died while trying to save her, she"d never forgive herself...
Of course, she"d be dead, too. So yeah. There was that...
They bobbed to the surface, buoyed by their life vests, hacking up lake water. "I"ll get us there f-faster on my own!" he yelled.
And though she hated the fact that he was right-because he was right-hated the fact that, in this instance, she really did need saving, her ego wasn"t so big that she let it keep her from doing as he instructed. Releasing the lifeline, she wrapped her frozen, numb arms around his neck. In the next instant, they surged through the chop, his big shoulder muscles and sleek back muscles working beneath her as he pulled them through the turgid water toward the rolling boat.
She didn"t know how long he worked as she did nothing but hang on. It felt like hours but could"ve only been a minute. And then, suddenly, Summer Lovin" rode the swell directly in front of them. And with a strength Eve would later marvel at, Billy hauled them the last few feet, managing to hook an arm around her waist and boost her up onto the swim ladder bolted to the back of the sailboat.
"Climb up!" he bellowed. And, yep, that should"ve been easy. There were just three measly rungs, after all. But her entire body was frozen.
He must"ve seen her trouble as she clung to the back of the boat, unable to move, unable to feel the fingers wrapped around the top wrung. With a curse, he grabbed the sides of the ladder when the boat sank into the bottom of another swell. Then, somehow he managed to climb over her and into the vessel. Hooking his hands under her armpits, with a grunt and mighty heave, he hauled her aboard.
And the only thing better than feeling Billy pressed against her in all that freezing water? Feeling the slick slats of the sailboat beneath her feet. Well, in all honestly she couldn"t actually feel them. But when she glanced down at her pink, polished toenails, she knew they were there.
Holy moly! We actually made it!
She couldn"t believe it!
"Come on!" Billy yelled, half dragging/half stumbling with her into the covered c.o.c.kpit just as the rain picked up in intensity. "Sit!" he ordered, pushing her into the captain"s chair and tossing a towel over her shoulders, chafing her arms until her skin began to sting. But that was a good thing, wasn"t it? Stinging skin was reheating skin.
"W-w-what happened?" she asked through chattering, clenched teeth.
"The main mast was struck by lightning," he told her, moving his chafing to her sides. "The force of it knocked you off the deck into the water."