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to say, but if you encourage me, I might talk that long. And you’d regret it for sure.” I wink.

“Not true.” She shakes her head.

“Okay, remember, you asked for this.”

Chapter Seven

Maddie

I wasn’t kidding when I said I could listen to Shaw speak all day. His voice is smooth like melted caramel in the center of a milk chocolate candy bar. And similar to said chocolate bar, always leaves me wanting more.

“Back then, a young man’s first large purchase was often a canoe.”

“Really? Are you messing with me?”

He leans forward, pulling a baseball cap from his bag and slipping it over his wild, dark hair. “I’m serious. Think about it. Having a canoe provided them with an opportunity to have fun, and it was a mode of transportation.” He paddles once again. “Plus, they could sneak away from their chaperones for a little alone time. If you know what I mean.” He wiggles his dark brows.

“I think I understand,” I droll.

“Fun fact, there was a Boston Herald article in 1903 that reported how a canoeist was arrested for kissing his sweetheart. He was fined for that kiss. Guess how much?”

“I don’t know. What was the going rate for a fine back then?”

“You have to guess.”

“That was over one hundred years ago.” I tap my lips. “Five dollars?”

“Nope. It was actually twenty dollars, and that was a lot of money at the turn of the twentieth century. I wonder if he thought it was worth it.”

“I guess that would depend on how good the kiss was.”

“Would you pay twenty dollars for my kiss?” He tips his head and halts his paddling. We glide along while he waits for my answer.

“Nope.”

“You wouldn’t?” He looks surprised. I press my lips together to hold back my smile. His eyes light up and he points his finger at me, barking out, “Liar.”

I giggle.

He shakes his head and dips the paddle under the surface once more. “In that same article they estimated that over one million dollars worth of kisses were exchanged every Saturday night and Sunday at the canoe resort and out along this river.”

“Hmm.” I sigh. “That sounds so romantic.”

“I think you and me out here is much more romantic than what they had. We’re alone out here. I haven’t seen another soul since we left the boathouse.”

“Yeah, I guess. But the fact that they were sneaking out in boats unchaperoned adds that taboo element. It just makes it feel more romantic.”

He sets the oar inside the canoe behind him and turns his hat backward. Leaning toward me, he wiggles his index finger, beckoning me forward. I’m powerless to resist.

Scooting to the edge of the bench seat, I move as close as I can without falling off.

He meets me halfway. His large palm cups the back of my neck, holding me in place as his lips connect with mine. A pleasant warmth begins at the point we’re joined, spreading outward with the first purposeful swipe of his tongue.

My fingers grip his upper arms, then slide under his short sleeves to caress his sun-heated skin. He sinks to his knees on the floor of the canoe. Our lips never part when he maneuvers between my legs and presses his sculpted chest to my much softer one.

Hungry flames lick between my thighs in an unfamiliar sensation that has me shaking uncontrollably. I’m unsure of what I want. Only that I need something only he can give me.

Whatever it is, I’ve never felt anything like this. I can’t control the urge to rock my pelvis into his hard length, so I don’t even fight it. I press one of my heels into his ass and pull him closer. He grunts his pleasure into my mouth when he lands dead center between my thighs.

His hips buck and roll against me until we’re both so out of breath that we have to part.

The sound of a motorboat roaring to life nearby is the reality check we both need to keep from smashing our mouths back together. We have to end this now before it’s completely out of control.

Shaw backs up and sits on the bench seat. His hand shakes as he raises it to turn his cap around, shielding his eyes from my view. “I bet the fine for public indecency is a lot steeper now,” he states dryly, setting me off. I laugh, and then laugh some more when I think about if we had gotten caught. Explaining why I got arrested to my parents would’ve been interesting.

Shaw chuckles