Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Wetsuit.” He stands while texting on his phone. When he glances up at me, I can tell he likes the bikini. His eyes go from a turquoise blue to a deep ocean blue when he gets excited.
“Thanks.” I grab the wetsuit and step into it, trying to look unaffected as I feel his eyes on my body.
“Jesus.” It’s way tighter than I thought. As I zip it up, my breasts almost pop out of the bikini.
“Now. There are rules to surfing.” Brett tosses his phone onto his dresser. “You need to stay quiet, watch, and listen.” His voice is sharp.
“Aye-aye.” I go to salute him but stop midway at the intensity in his eyes. “What?”
“Nothing.” He frowns as he peruses me from top to bottom.
I look down at my legs, which are bare since this wetsuit is a spring suit. Everything seems right even though I’m stuffed into this thing, and it feels like a thick layer of extra skin.
He takes my hand, and my eyes feast on his broad back. He’s tan with a sprinkle of freckles on his shoulders. My tongue tingles at the thought of licking them.
“Alex? What did I just say?” His voice snaps me out of my fascination with his tan back and up to his disapproving face.
“Um, I need to focus.” Please let that be right.
“Wrong.” His voice sounds sharp and disapproving.
We walk through the outside door and down the steps to the beach. The sand is slightly cool on my feet, the sun just now burning through the morning haze. For a moment, I’m jealous. This whole glorious landscape is his backyard.
“Take your board.” He hands me the giant board, which is way heavier than it looks.
“This is not a joke, Alexandrea. We don’t fuck with Mother Nature.” He puts his board under his arm and walks toward the water.
“What does that mean?” I ask, dragging mine.
“That this is not a joke. We respect the waves. Besides sex, surfing is one of life’s most powerful experiences.” He looks out at the ocean. “How well can you swim?”
“Well.” I look out at the waves and shiver because they looked way smaller a minute ago.
“Drop your board.” He sets his down, and I happily let go of my giant one. “Now, Curtis already waxed yours, but next time, you’ll do it.” And there goes my heart again, leaping to my throat because he said next time.
With a gasp, I breathe out, “Okay.”
He looks down at me, his hair curling a little around his ears, but I try to ignore it and make myself focus.
“The waves are small today. All I want you to do is get a feel for your board. It needs to be one with you. It’s all about balance.” I nod.
“Question?” I say, raising my hand.
He cocks his head and grins. “Yes, Alexandrea?”
“Why is my board giant-sized?”
“Because you should know bigger always feels better.” His ocean-blue eyes twinkle.
“You said to be serious.” I laugh as he reaches for me.
“I did,” he responds. “I take surfing and all things that are dangerous for you very seriously.”
He leans down and brushes my lips with his as I stand on my tiptoes, giving him more access to me. Instead, he swats my ass. I squeal.
“That’s for distracting me. Now, lie on your board, and let’s get the basics down, so you can go in the water later,” he says.
“Wait. You bragged that you were the best instructor. I want to learn how to surf today. Now, teach me.” I look down at the board. Sand sticks to the wax, already covering the humongous thing.
“As you wish. Lie on it.”
“Like this?” I lower myself, resting my elbows on the top.
“Christ.”
My eyes meet his. I smile at the sight of his nostrils flaring and his eyes caressing my ass.
“Farther down.” I squirm until he hisses, “Stop.” Then take a breath as he crouches down, his hand on my lower back.
“Lean up.”
“How’s this?” When I arch up, our eyes lock.
“Yeah, just like that, baby.” Nodding, he stands and moves in front on me. “When I say pop, I want you to use your upper body strength and your core to bring your legs under you. Don’t use your toes.”
“’Kay. Good thing I do yoga.” I grin, loving every second of this.
“You’re also limber and thin.” He walks around me and straightens my body. “I want you to launch forward. Now, pop.” And it’s like my brain is in sync with his as I obey and miraculously get up on my feet.
“Oh my God, I did it,” I shout. Looking at him, I promptly fall off onto the sand.
Brett stands, arms crossed as he watches me. And this time, I do stop breathing. I stop doing anything but stare as my body floods with liquid warmth.
“Good girl.” It’s real, and my insides light up. This man might be dangerous, and I might be in over my head, but having him look at me like this? I never want it to end.