Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
“Are people looking?” she asked.
I leaned away and saw her eyes were pinched shut.
“Yeah, they’re lookin’,” I told her, smiling and watching ahead. “They can’t see shit, but they’re lookin’.”
She gripped me harder. Her tight nipples brushed against my chest.
“Jesus,” I murmured.
“What?”
“You feel so fuckin’ good like this.”
I felt her head move against the side of mine. “I hate you,” she whispered.
I smiled again, reaching her towel and the bag she’d dropped next to it. “You got somethin’ in there to cover up with?” I asked.
Still trembling in my arms, Tori shook her head.
“Jesus, babe. You need to relax,” I told her, not understanding the way her body was still tensing up. I headed toward my setup. “Got you out without no one seein’ anything and I’m gonna continue makin’ sure no one sees anything. You can wear my shirt. Problem solved. And straight up, plenty of people get knocked down by waves. Even me. So just let that shit roll right off you. It ain’t a big deal.”
“You don’t know anything,” she said.
“No?” I asked gruffly. “How ’bout you enlighten me then. What don’t I know?”
I slid one arm up her back, keeping the other under her ass for support, then I bent over and snatched up my shirt I’d discarded, returning that hand back under her ass as I straightened up and kept us moving until I reached a sand dune that could provide the cover she was wanting right now.
It had tall brush overgrowing on the top of it and down the sides, stood above my head, and butted up against a fence that also had high, unkempt brush growing all around it, meaning no one could stand behind that fence and get an eyeful of Tori while she was changing.
“Well?” I urged when I got us back there.
She sighed. “Forget it.”
“Don’t do that. I fuckin’ hate that shit,” I bit out, then I started pulling her away from me. “Go ahead. Hop down.”
She stiffened in my arms.
I stopped pulling, laughed when she scrambled close again, and explained, “Got you back here where no one can see you. You’re good.”
Tori slowly leaned away enough to look at our surroundings but not enough so I could see anything when I glanced down the front of her, then she met my eyes, catching me trying to get a glimpse, and warned, “You don’t get to look.”
I cocked a brow. “Felt ’em. Considerin’ you gave me that, I’ll give you this.”
“How sweet.”
“You want sweet?”
“I want to get dressed.”
She wiggled, trying to slide down.
I locked my arms into a tighter hold, got a glare from her, and smiled. “Sorta missed that,” I said, talking about her sass. I put her on her feet and handed over my shirt when she reached for it with one hand.
She kept her other arm pressed against her tits. Then after taking the shirt, she wiped at her face, sniffed, and quickly turned away to get covered up.
I shook my head, smiling. “Jesus, Legs. I always thought you had ice in your veins,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “Alls it takes is a little wave to knock you over and you get all soft on me. What’s up with that?”
“I can’t swim.”
My mouth tightened. Then my gaze narrowed in on the back of her head as blond popped through the hole in my shirt.
The fuck did she just say?
“You wanna repeat that?” I asked.
She slid her arms through the sleeves, tugged the hem down her body, and turned her head. “I can’t swim. I’m not a good swimmer,” she said on a shrug. “That wave really scared me.”
I lowered my arms and stepped closer, jaw clenching so tight it started to ache. “Are you bein’ straight with me right now?” I growled. “You can’t fuckin’ swim? For real?”
She turned around, saw my expression, and sighed, letting her eyes fall to the sand between us.
“Look at me,” I ordered. Her eyes lifted, and when I had them, I stepped even closer, getting up in her face. “Asked you a question, and honest to God, Legs, know we joke around and everything, but right now, I am not fuckin’ jokin’ around. Tell me you know how to swim.”
“I know how to swim,” she quickly answered.
I released a breath. Then I inhaled another one sharply when she went on to add, “Sort of.”
Motherfucker.
“Sort of? What the fuck is sort of? What’s that mean?”
“Like, I know the basics. I’m just not a strong swimmer,” she explained, still speaking fast. “I haven’t really ever been out in the ocean before. That was my first time.”
I pinched my eyes shut. “Jesus,” I mumbled.
“And I typically stay in the shallow end of the pool.”
I shook my head.
“Also, I sort of nearly drowned when I was four.”
My eyes slowly creaked open, staying narrowed. “Say again?”