lips over his ear. "We're going to take one of the small charter boats out on The Sound. We'll get some wind in your hair and speed under you to ride out this anger."
Her sultry voice and hot breath skated across his skin. The scent of rain he'd forever attribute to her enclosed him. His hands tightened on her tiny waist as his cock thickened under her.
She worked her hand between them and slid it under his coat, down his chest to cup his erection. Stroked. "And when we're in the middle of nowhere, with the mountains in the distance and surrounded by absolutely nothing, you're going to?? She stroked him again.
His head slammed back onto the seat as he sucked in a breath. She was ridding him of his rage so fast he shook from the crash. Desire and need shoved to the surface, making him blind with how badly he wanted her. "I'm going to what, baby?" he rasped.
Her lips skimmed over his in the barest of whispers. "You're going to rip my clothes off, bend me over the closest surface, and fuck??e??enseless."
Growling, he thrust up toward her heat, bringing her down onto him to rub against his painful cock. He never hated clothing so fucking much. "Want you now."
It wasn't like her to use dirty talk in foreplay. She'd gotten off on it when he'd done it, and she was open in her sexuality, but something about her like this made his blood roar and reason take a backseat.
"You want that, Noah?" She rocked her hips. "I'll scream for you to take me harder, faster. I'll moan your name until you can feel the vibration right here." The heel of her palm stroked the underside of his shaft.
He gripped the back of her neck and crushed his mouth to hers. Her lips parted instantly to greet him. She swirled her tongue against his, teasing it like she did the crown of his cock when she'd gone down on him. Lost to her, he kissed her for all he was worth, until they had to come apart for air or die.
"Hell, baby. I might come now."
Easing back, she smiled. "We're here. Take me out on the boat?"
He jerked his gaze toward the window, not realizing the car had stopped. Out the side window, his company's main office stood. Pride swelled in his chest. The float planes, the charter boats, the bobsleds??e'd made a fortune doing what he loved. Next to photography and having Raven under him, there was nothing better than flying over the rough Alaskan landscape or jutting across the water. The wind scouring his face, the scent of salt and pine, all balms to his soul.
Just like Raven. Not since he'd first started his company had he taken her out on The Sound. Just her and him on the water? All the things she wanted to do? He may never bring them back to shore. Plus, the location where "Hoan" always craved to take her photograph was only accessible by boat. He'd wanted to show it to her weeks ago, on the night her and Max had been followed, but they'd wound up at Aubrey's Castle instead.
She cupped his cheek and offered a quick kiss. "You ready?"
He nodded and opened the door, letting her slide off his lap to exit first. He had Hintz pop the trunk so he could grab one of his extra camera bags and then took Raven's hand to lead her up the walk to the main building. Turning his head to look at her, he tried to gauge her reaction. She hadn't been here in awhile.
Her gaze swept over the log cabin design, accented by forest green shutters and trim. It looked more like a lodge than a business. Farther down the harbor were two warehouses where they stored equipment and the bobsleds. Only one of the two float planes were in the water, and both of the large charter boats were out. The small one they rarely used bobbed in the choppy waves at the dock.
His assistant, Veronica, met them at the front desk when they strode in. "Thought you were working from home today."
"Change of plans. Do we have the small charter booked today?"
She shook her head, but rounded the desk to check the logs in verification. "Nope. Are you taking it out?" Her gaze swept over Raven and slid back to him. She smiled as if an afterthought.
"Yes. Hold all calls, will you?"
"You got it."
He turned to Raven,