Big Bad Boys A Romance Collection - Penny Wylder Page 0,78

to get wet from my suit,” she says.

“Yeah, okay,” I tell her, and volunteer to be a shield so anyone walking by won’t see her.

With the towel wrapped around her, she tries to take off her bikini to put on a cover-up she brought with her, but she’s obviously struggling. She manages to get both top and bottoms off, but putting on the cover-up seems to be a more difficult task. She cusses when she drops the cover-up on the ground. When she bends to grab it, the top of her towel slips and I see a delicious nipple, hard as a ruby, the areola puckered from the cold. My cock starts to ache.

She pulls in a startled breath at the slip and hurries to cover herself. But when she looks at me, she knows that I didn’t miss it. I stick my hands in my pockets and smile.

She’s not doing too good a job at covering herself up. All but the nipple is still showing. What I can see is a peach-sized pale breast, full and round and utterly mouth-watering. Her tan lines are a shade or two lighter than the rest of her skin, and her skin is like smooth satin.

“Need some help?” I offer.

“Yeah, could you hold the towel up for me so I can slip this on?”

I raise an eyebrow. “Or you could not put it on and we can get to the real reason you’re here.”

She gives me a frown. A mixture of shock and annoyance. Her eyes darken and her breath is rushed when she says, “I’m actually here to learn how to surf, not for whatever it is you’re thinking.”

I nod slowly as if I actually believe her. “So you don’t want it?”

The word it hangs in the air between us, bright and full of life, like a firework shot into the sky.

She hesitates too long and that’s all I need. I take her by the waist. She desperately clings to the towel covering her, but doesn’t object. I reach up, taking her by the chin, and lift so that our eyes meet. I see a hurricane growing behind them. She wants this, but she’s hesitant.

“You can stop me at any time,” I tell her, but I know she won’t. The hungry way she looks at me overtakes whatever it is that caused her to hesitate.

I bring my lips to hers, our skin barely grazing. She takes in a sharp breath and shudders. The kiss deepens. Her mouth parts just the tiniest bit when she lets out a soft moan. I run the tip of my tongue across her bottom lip, tasting the faint salty taste of the ocean that still lingers there.

Her mouth opens wider and her tongue touches mine. They tentatively mingle, acquaintances at first, but she’s greedy and needs more. She grabs the back of my head and our mouths clash together in a furious kiss that causes the boss downstairs to stand up taller and take notice. I pull her closer to me, fingers tangling in terry cloth. It’s torture knowing there’s only a towel and my shorts separating her naked body from mine. It takes all my brittle self-control not to tear it off and consume her.

I don’t know how much longer I can resist.

6

Cadie

This wasn’t supposed to happen. I didn’t come to the beach to kiss Ram. I needed a distraction after seeing Evan in the mall, and surfing was supposed to be that. I’m certainly distracted, just not the way I had planned. The whole time I was surfing, I was always aware of Ram, of his proximity. I wanted him closer. I wanted his hands and lips and everything else on me. Maybe this is what I need, because when he’s around, Evan stays in the past. Where he should be.

Ram pulls me closer to him until our bodies are crushed together. I feel his hardness digging into me. I want him so bad I can hardly think straight. We’re not alone out here. There are people getting into their cars around us, leaving the beach. And I don’t care. They can’t see us, of course, because we’re hidden by the open door of his truck. Getting caught is the least of my concerns right now. All that I care about is having him closer to me.

The tips of his finger glide across my shoulders, giving me chills. They continue to roam, exploring the exposed skin on my arms and back. Eventually, they make their