Eye for an Eye (Take a Chance #2)- Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,76
away from the rocks, keeping to the shallow end, water soaking into my jeans.
“Come on,” Wyatt calls back, thankfully not sounding close.
“No,” I laugh. I stop, turning around to find him no longer holding the crab. I arch an eyebrow. “Where is it?”
He holds his hand up. “Back on the rock,” he tells me, his laughter echoing over the waves.
I bend at the knee, smashing my hand through the sea and splashing him. “I can’t believe you chased me.”
Too late do I realise I’ve soaked his T-shirt and jacket. Water drips from his chin and he doesn’t look impressed.
I cover my mouth with my hand, hiding the smile I can’t stop.
“That’s it,” he growls, rushing towards me.
“No, don’t,” I scream, racing away, nearly slipping on the sand. I can’t keep the grin off my face. Hell, if I grin any wider I’ll resemble the Joker.
The sea is up to my thighs, the cold waves splashing and reaching the ends of my T-shirt. I don’t care. A sense of weightlessness strikes my heart as I dodge Wyatt’s reaching arms.
My body thrums with energy as his arms wrap around my waist, swinging me around. “Don’t you dare,” I yell when I feel his hands loosen.
I sail through the air, landing in the shallow waters, sputtering as the salty water enters my mouth and nose.
I laugh, kicking my leg out and sweeping Wyatt’s from under him. He lands in the water, on his back, howling as the cold water covers his entire body.
“You, you—”
“Got ya,” I boom, getting up and running towards the shore.
I hear the water dripping from his clothes as he stands up, and I squeal, running away, but I don’t get far before he’s lifting me off my feet, swinging me around once more.
A get a glimpse of an older couple walking their dog. They’ve stopped, watching us with smiles on their faces.
“Put me down,” I yell through laughter.
He swings me around so I’m facing him. His broad smile reaches his eyes, spreading lines outwards as he drops me gently to my back on the sand. I groan, feeling the rough texture stick to every part of my body.
I run the palm of my hand over his rough stubble, giving him a crooked smile. “You got me wet and now you’ve got me covered in sand.”
A low and pleasant hum warms my blood when the corners of his lips turn up. His gaze cuts from my see-through T-shirt to my face, devouring me. “I’m going to do more than get you wet when we get home.”
I run my fingers through his hair, unable to look away as he looms above me, pressing between my thighs. “Is that a fact?”
“Fuck yes.” He grins, angling his head down to brush his lips lightly over mine. “The day is most definitely not over, and now that we are wet, we’re going to need a shower when we are back.”
Every fibre of my being lights up at the promise. I can feel him becoming hard, and I squirm beneath him.
Will I ever get enough of him? I don’t think so.
“I’ve had a good day.”
“Me too,” he replies softly, brushing his lips over mine once again.
I tilt my head to the side, studying him. “Even when I won the giant bear?”
He narrows his gaze at me. “That game was rigged, and you know it. That guy let you win.”
Laughter bursts out of me. “No, it wasn’t. You are just sore that I was a better shot than you.”
“It was rigged,” he argues, not giving up the façade.
“If you say so.”
“I’m glad you’ve had a good day, baby.”
“Did you?” I ask, wiping sand off his cheek. Not that it makes a difference. We’re both covered.
His voice deep, low, he replies, “The best.”
I wrap my arms around him, softening under his touch. “I’m glad.”
I roll my eyes when his gaze drifts back to my shirt, where he can see my pink bra showing through. “Wyatt?” I call, keeping the laughter from my voice.
“What?” he asks, lifting his head.
I chuckle, shaking my head at his behaviour. “As great as today has been, I’m seriously not looking forward to driving the few hours it’s going to take us to get home, in wet clothes. Sandy wet clothes.”
His lips twist together, and he glances up, looking at something behind us. “Excuse me, but do you know where the closest clothes shop is? We’re a bit wet and we didn’t bring spares.”