“What’s wrong?” Trixie’s expression shifted. “Do you not want to…”
“No. I do. Let’s go.” He closed the distance between them and slid his hands under the jacket he’d lent her. The warmth of her body through her costume made his c**k harden. Or maybe it was the exaggerated curve of her waist in that corset. Or the sparkle in her eye. The champagne effect of her presence. “Down the ramp with you. Watch those heels.”
“You know you’re talking to a shoe pro, right? There is no form of high heel that I can’t handle in any circumstance.” Just then one stiletto heel got stuck in a gap in the ramp and she stopped to tug it out.
“That’s it.” He scooped her off her feet and carried her down the rest of the ramp. “Which way?”
Speechless, she gestured to a large fishing boat bristling with cranes a
