them in position. “And I will live with whatever those consequences are.”
“What if I told you that I don’t want to get back on a board?”
“I’d call bullshit. Someone with your natural skill doesn’t surf for the money or the glory. You surf because it is a part of who you are.” She started the engine, letting it purr as the boat slowly drifted away from the dock. Then she gave the boat some gas and moved out into the ocean. “My father may have killed that a little. Dazzled you with the possibility of what could be. Deep down, though, the reasons you started surfing...they’re still there.”
“I can’t stop seeing—” He shuddered, then looked at her. “Where are we going? I thought I asked you to go for a walk.”
“Surprise. Just sit back and try to enjoy yourself.”
He moved up behind her, leaned in, and whispered, “Only one way to enjoy myself around you.”
“I think I might be offended, Mr. Sullivan.” She laughed as his arms slid around her waist. “I’m more than a sex object. I have many talents. I’m multi-layered.”
His laughter cut through the air whipping around them. “I’m certain you are, but my mind usually turns to sex when you are anywhere near me. Doesn’t matter what you’re doing.”
“Really?” She turned the boat into a secluded cove. “That’s what ran through your mind when I put your life in danger on our ride from the airport?”
“Even then, I silently cursed you and your father because all I could think about was the feel of your legs wrapped around me.” His hands slid under the edge of her tank top. “And when you were surfing the other day and came up on the beach, I wanted to lick the water from your belly.”
They were on the verge of breaking the deal they’d made two years ago and she wasn’t sure she cared. For the first time in her entire life, she wanted to be so head over heels gone for someone. To feel love that intensely. To be loved so completely and insanely...that she could be broken.
Chapter Five
H e waited as she maneuvered the boat into the cove and behind a waterfall. The boat beached against the sandy bottom and the water cascading down over them hid them from the rest of the world. Once she cut the engine, he moved closer to her. He aligned his body against the back of hers, the hard length of him pressing along the crease of her ass. “Do you feel what you do to me?”
“Yes.” The single word came out on a whisper and made him crave her even more. He slid his hands around her waist and kissed her shoulder. It had only been three days since he’d been in her bed, but it felt like it had been longer.
This woman would be his undoing. No doubt in his mind. The past two days of watching her, not being able to touch her, and being pissed off at the one man who’d given him all he ever dreamed possible taught him that. Oddly enough, that same man was partially responsible for her being in his life. Part of him needed to know that he wasn’t alone in the feelings he had. The other part of him feared what they had would never be more than the friends with benefits arrangement they’d made when they first fell into bed together. He couldn’t take the blow of losing her, too. Not on top of losing his best friend.
She spun around and kissed along his jawline. “You’re thinking too hard.”
The long hard feel of him pressed against her thigh and he moved his hands up her body, allowing himself to indulge in the sensation of her skin under his palms. He could feel her nipples tight under his hands. It was always like this between them. Bodies reacting to each other in a primal way they couldn’t explain. He pulled her tank top up over her head and tossed it to the floor of the boat. Her string bikini top didn’t hide what he was after. His mouth closed over the fabric and found her nipple as he slipped his hand between their bodies. With one slow movement, he slipped his hand inside her bikini bottoms. She was
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