" You have one way of communicating that’s exceedingly effective.”
“I believe that’s what I was trying to convey,” she said, but any haughtiness she might have been trying to inject in her tone was utterly erased by the hunger that had her eyes dark and glittering for him.
“Maybe you should show,” he said, lowering his head, “not tell.”
“You really think putting your mouth near my teeth is a good idea right now?”
He kissed her nose, then the soft spot of her temple, then worked his way down the side of her cheek to her jaw. “If you still want to use those teeth by the time I get to your mouth, go right ahead,” he murmured. “I’ll deserve it.”
Her response was a short gasp when he nipped her earlobe, then kissed the side of her neck, making it arch slightly off the pier. “Cooper--”
“I’ve missed you,” he said as he worked his way to her mouth. “And not just this part.” He claimed her mouth and she took him right in, kissed him right back. He drew away moments later before he was pulled under and smiled down at her. “Although I’m prtty fond of those parts, too.”
“I know a guy who has a boat,” she said, a little breathless, a smart smile on her lips now and hunger in her eyes.
“I know a guy who has a bed,” he said. “A nice big one. About a hundred yards north of this very spot.”
“A bed that requires a long walk through a crowded lobby,” she reminded him.
“Do you think everyone thought we were playing tiddledywinks out there on that boat all day long?”
“Tiddledywinks? Really? You’re adorable.”
He winked at her. “I try. But okay, if my room is out, and I’m guessing yours as well, then--”
She let out a short laugh.
“What?”
“I can’t believe I’m thirty-one-years-old, lying on my back on a pier in broad daylight--in my own hometown, I might add--trying to figure out a place to go make out.”
“Is that what the kids are calling it these days? "

― Donna Kauffman , Starfish Moon (Brides of Blueberry Cove, #3)