Blocked (Boston Terriers Hockey #3) - Jacob Chance Page 0,13

or I’m sure to burn.”

Taking the blue can, I watch her spin to face the ocean. Closing my eyelids, I say a silent prayer asking for more strength than I’m currently capable of. I begin spraying the tops of her lightly freckled shoulders, and then moving down in a side to side motion. Gliding over every inch of her narrow back, my eyes follow the zig-zag path of the sunscreen all the way down to the edge of her tiny black bikini bottoms, where I abruptly stop.

“You’re all set,” I choke out.

She peers over her shoulder, and a quick shake of her head has the pink knotted hair on top of her head wobbling adorably. “I need the back of my legs done too.”

I grunt my consent and bend over, aiming the nozzle at the bottom of one of her cheeks. I pause, gulping when I notice the black material of her suit wedging between the two slightly rounded globes of her ass. Lust punches me, and I depress the button too hard. She jumps and giggles as the jet of cold spray lands, but then like a statue, remains perfectly still.

By the time I’m done covering every inch of her legs, my forehead is damp with sweat and my cock is semi-hard.

“I’m done.” I practically throw the can at her and think about the last hockey game I played in. The rink was freezing cold and we won by three goals.

“Not so fast, mister. You need some too,” Maddie’s sweet voice penetrates my memories. Thankfully, my libido is once more under control.

“I never burn.”

“It’s not about burning. It’s about protecting your skin. Now strip,” she orders with a mischievous grin.

I drag my t-shirt over my head and drop it on the blanket before extending my arms straight out at my sides. “Go for it.”

Stepping closer until only inches separate us, she covers each of my arms and shoulders before moving onto my chest and stomach.

Watching her hand moving lower and lower until she reaches the edge of my board shorts has me ready to pop another boner, and there’s no way she won’t notice. Abruptly, I turn away. “Can you get my back, please?”

“Sure. But what about the front of your legs?” she asks.

I shake my head. If I have to see her bending over to coat my legs, I’m sure to embarrass myself. “No. My legs will be underwater most of the time.”

“Suit yourself. But don’t whine to me if you burn.”

A sunburn would be much less painful to deal with than my attraction for Maddie is. Closing my eyes, I concentrate on the soothing sound of the waves rolling in to shore and dragging back out to sea.

Today was supposed to be fun, but it’s already shaping up to be a massive test in restraint. What did I think would happen? I can’t get enough of her. How did I think I’d be able to be alone with her and not want to do all the things that I shouldn’t want to do with her?

Chapter Five

Maddie

Hands on my hips, I stare out at the ocean, watching the waves, paying close attention to where they’re breaking. “How do you feel about surfing first?”

Shaw shifts his weight from one foot to the other as he studies the sea. “Waves look decent today. Let’s do this.” He beams a devastating smile at me and my knees turn to Jell-O. Every time he looks my way, I feel our connection. I don’t want to be overly optimistic, but this feels like a date to me. We’re in another state where we don’t know anyone. It’s like we’re in our own little bubble.

We each grab our surfboards and head toward the shoreline. Shaw easily holds his with one arm, and I carry mine upside down, with both hands gripping the sides, balancing the bulk of the board’s weight on top of my head.

I inhale a gasp when my feet enter the frigid water. “Crap, I’m regretting not bringing my wetsuit,” I say.

“Yeah, I have a feeling I'll be having the same regret when I get a little deeper,” he jokes, moving forward. “Jayzus,” he yells as he moves waist deep.

I giggle, but the amused sound quickly becomes a squeal as the icy water hits my bare stomach. Placing my board down during a lull between the waves, I inhale a deep breath and dunk completely under the water. I pop back to my feet, sputtering with my teeth chattering.

Shaw chuckles and my