her. One small step and her leg would brush against his…
“Eva…”
Her name on his lips came out husky and raw and she’d never been so aroused in the bright sunlight on a public beach. She didn’t consciously move. Didn’t think about it at all. But her feet, oh, her unruly feet, inched closer, closing the gap between them.
“Yes?”
“What now?” His stare pierced hers, sharp with desire. For her.
My place or yours? she whispered inside her head. Or so she thought.
“Another odd stray thought?”
She slapped a palm over her mouth. “Did I say that out loud? I didn’t mean to say that out loud. See what I mean? That terrible character flaw again.”
“Honesty is never a terrible thing.”
“Meaning?” Tension coiled up tight in her stomach and her throat and other, more feminine, parts. Her nipples beaded hard, aching to feel his hot tongue.
His gaze flicked downward and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. That smug little smile caused her nipples to knot even tighter.
“About these surfing lessons…” he said, and stepped away from her.
Eva told herself she was glad he’d backed up, backed off. Relieved. Grateful. Yes, surfing. That’s why they’d come here. To teach him to surf and that’s what she was going to do, because anything else was pure insanity. She’d learned her lesson. No more jumping headlong into relationships.
But that didn’t stop her from wanting to jump his very sexy bones.
A DAM DREADED SURFING .
He was accustomed to being good at what he did and for the most part, in control of his environment. He was a strong swimmer and generally excelled in water sports, but he’d never tried surfing. However, backing out wasn’t an option. The fact that he was nervous told him it was something he needed to conquer. Adam didn’t believe in letting fear dictate his actions.
So here he was in a wet suit, surfboard under his arm, standing on Del Mar Beach beside Eva. She’d shimmied in her wet suit and he’d been trying his best to keep from noticing how the neoprene conformed to her breasts, but he failed miserably and hadn’t heard a word she’d said.
“Adam?”
“Huh?”
“Could you stop staring at my boobs for five minutes and give me your undivided attention. The last thing I want is for you to drown.”
He forced his gaze off her tits and looked her in the eyes. A smile played at her lips. She wasn’t the least bit mad at him for ogling her.
“Dude, listen to the lady,” said a long-haired beach bum lounging on the sand nearby.
Adam leveled the guy his steeliest military officer’s glare. The guy raised his palms and then went back to waxing his surfboard.
“I’m listening,” Adam told Eva.
What a lie. His ears were attuned to the sounds of her sexy breathing, not what she was saying.
You can handle this. You’re strong. You’re athletic. Who won MVP on your high school baseball team?
His athleticism might help with the surfing, but how was he going to justify the erection straining against his wet suit? He needed to get into the water now before he embarrassed himself again.
“Got it,” he said. “Let’s hit the water.”
He turned his board to hide what he didn’t want her to see—a repeat of what had happened in yoga class—and struck out for the water.
Look what the woman had done to him. She was going to think he was a first-class perv. He found it damned disturbing. The water splashed cool against his ankles and he was happy for the distraction, but unfortunately it did nothing to dash his rising libido when she came running up alongside him.
“Let’s go over the basics again,” she said, summing up what she’d just taught him.
He tried to process it, but there was so much to learn. All this time he’d thought surfing was a lawless free-for-all without structure or rules when nothing was further from the truth. He liked the discipline of it, but hated being in over his head.
“Grip your board like this,” she
“Eva…”
Her name on his lips came out husky and raw and she’d never been so aroused in the bright sunlight on a public beach. She didn’t consciously move. Didn’t think about it at all. But her feet, oh, her unruly feet, inched closer, closing the gap between them.
“Yes?”
“What now?” His stare pierced hers, sharp with desire. For her.
My place or yours? she whispered inside her head. Or so she thought.
“Another odd stray thought?”
She slapped a palm over her mouth. “Did I say that out loud? I didn’t mean to say that out loud. See what I mean? That terrible character flaw again.”
“Honesty is never a terrible thing.”
“Meaning?” Tension coiled up tight in her stomach and her throat and other, more feminine, parts. Her nipples beaded hard, aching to feel his hot tongue.
His gaze flicked downward and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. That smug little smile caused her nipples to knot even tighter.
“About these surfing lessons…” he said, and stepped away from her.
Eva told herself she was glad he’d backed up, backed off. Relieved. Grateful. Yes, surfing. That’s why they’d come here. To teach him to surf and that’s what she was going to do, because anything else was pure insanity. She’d learned her lesson. No more jumping headlong into relationships.
But that didn’t stop her from wanting to jump his very sexy bones.
A DAM DREADED SURFING .
He was accustomed to being good at what he did and for the most part, in control of his environment. He was a strong swimmer and generally excelled in water sports, but he’d never tried surfing. However, backing out wasn’t an option. The fact that he was nervous told him it was something he needed to conquer. Adam didn’t believe in letting fear dictate his actions.
So here he was in a wet suit, surfboard under his arm, standing on Del Mar Beach beside Eva. She’d shimmied in her wet suit and he’d been trying his best to keep from noticing how the neoprene conformed to her breasts, but he failed miserably and hadn’t heard a word she’d said.
“Adam?”
“Huh?”
“Could you stop staring at my boobs for five minutes and give me your undivided attention. The last thing I want is for you to drown.”
He forced his gaze off her tits and looked her in the eyes. A smile played at her lips. She wasn’t the least bit mad at him for ogling her.
“Dude, listen to the lady,” said a long-haired beach bum lounging on the sand nearby.
Adam leveled the guy his steeliest military officer’s glare. The guy raised his palms and then went back to waxing his surfboard.
“I’m listening,” Adam told Eva.
What a lie. His ears were attuned to the sounds of her sexy breathing, not what she was saying.
You can handle this. You’re strong. You’re athletic. Who won MVP on your high school baseball team?
His athleticism might help with the surfing, but how was he going to justify the erection straining against his wet suit? He needed to get into the water now before he embarrassed himself again.
“Got it,” he said. “Let’s hit the water.”
He turned his board to hide what he didn’t want her to see—a repeat of what had happened in yoga class—and struck out for the water.
Look what the woman had done to him. She was going to think he was a first-class perv. He found it damned disturbing. The water splashed cool against his ankles and he was happy for the distraction, but unfortunately it did nothing to dash his rising libido when she came running up alongside him.
“Let’s go over the basics again,” she said, summing up what she’d just taught him.
He tried to process it, but there was so much to learn. All this time he’d thought surfing was a lawless free-for-all without structure or rules when nothing was further from the truth. He liked the discipline of it, but hated being in over his head.
“Grip your board like this,” she
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