Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
She frowns. “Um, about the police?”
“It’s being taken care of,” I say gently, smiling at her and stepping close. “I called a friend, who’s going to get the wheels moving with the right people so that we don’t have to go anywhere.”
I reach for her, and she blushes when my hands slide over her hips. I pull her into me, my pulse quickening.
“It’s good you called them, even if you’re not close. I barely even know my parents.”
Her face falls, but I smile and pull her tight to me. I reach down and tilt her chin up as the waves crash softly on the beach.
“You’re safe here, you know.”
“I do know,” she whispers. Her lips close the distance between us, and I groan when our mouths crush together. I kiss her deeply, soft at first, and then harder and hungrier. She melts into me, gasping and kissing me back almost desperately. Her hands grip my shirt, clinging to me as she kisses me back hard.
My cock swells and hardens to steel against her, and my desire to shred her clothes off of her tight little body and fuck her into my goddamn mattress is almost overwhelming. I’ve had a taste of that pretty little pussy, and it’s all I want now.
And then suddenly, my stomach gurgles, loudly.
I pull away with a groan, but she’s giggling her ass off, beaming at me.
“Sorry,” I growl, shaking my head and running my fingers through my hair. “Been a day, I guess.”
She giggles again. “No, that was pretty freaking adorable. And I could eat too, I haven’t really at all today.”
“I had a snack,” I growl.
She blushes bright red, her teeth raking over her lip.
“Yeah,” she breathes softly.
I groan and pull her close. My hand slides down to cup her tight ass through her shorts, and she whimpers before both our stomachs growl again. I chuckle lowly and pull back.
“Food first,” I growl, holding her eyes with mine. “But then, I’m having that snack again.”
Chapter Nine
Taylor
“Oh my God,” I gasp, almost orgasmically. My mouth closes around it, and I moan as I take another utterly heavenly wet bite of the fish taco.
“Are you serious right now?” I mumble around the bite at him.
West grins, taking a huge bite of his own taco. He’s just whipped these up on his grill out on the porch, and they’re the single best fish tacos I’ve ever had. Like, ridiculously good.
“Like ‘em?”
“Are you fucking for real?” I giggle. “Holy shit, West, these are insanely good.”
He grins. “Glad you like them. I could live on these things, three meals a day.”
“Um, same,” I moan, wolfing down the rest of my little taco and reaching for another. I look around as I dig into the next one, taking in the surf shack, the rack of boards and wetsuits sunk into the sand, and the little wooden walkway half buried in sand that winds through the dunes down to the big waves on the shore.
“So, this is your spot?”
“This is it, all its glory.”
“And you surf?”
I roll my eyes at myself instantly at the stupidity of the question.
“I know, I’m like a detective, right?”
He laughs. “I grew up down the shore a bit, and yeah, I’ve been in the water since I was probably three. Do you?”
A make a face. “A little?” I laugh through a mouthful of taco. “I’m not very good.”
“Want some lessons?” He winks. “Happy to teach you some things.”
I blush, instantly, at the filthy thoughts that well up to the surface in me. My dirty mind instantly goes to several things he could “teach me,” literally anytime he wants, at the drop of a hat. I think back to the things he’s taught me so far, even if he might not know he was the first to show me any of that, and my skin tingles.
My thighs clench, and heat pools between my thighs.
“Penny for your thoughts,” he chuckles, ripping me out of my fantasies.
I blush and quickly bite my lip. “Just daydreaming.”
“Looked like it,” he growls hungrily. “Dirty girl.”
I gasp, blushing and feeling the heat tingle over me. I freaking want this man, in every conceivable way, and it’s so powerful it almost scares me.
“I was talking about surfing,” he chuckles. “What were you thinking about?”
“Surfing,” I answer, very, very quickly.
He rolls his eyes. “Spill it.”
“No way,” I giggle, stuffing the rest of my taco into my mouth. “Let’s go surfing.”
Only it probably sounds more like muffled incoherent mumbles through the taco.
“Want to go now?”
I blink in surprise. I was just trying to move past me embarrassing myself, but it also sounds super fun.
“Right now?”
“Sure,” West grins.
“Oh, I…” I blush, swallowing my bite. “I don’t have a suit or anything.”
He shrugs. “I’ve got a small wetsuit you could wear.” He grins at me wickedly. “I’d welcome you to go naked but surfing naked can hurt like a motherfucker.” He leans across the little table and takes my hand. Electricity tingles through me, and I gasp softly when his eyes burn hotly into mine.