Surrender (Seaside Pictures #4) - Rachel Van Dyken Page 0,42

that easy.

Every single nerve ending in my body was on high alert as his thumbs grazed across each breast as if he was memorizing their weight, their feel.

“They’re heavy,” he rasped. “And I’m imagining how damn good they would feel bare against my palm.”

I squirmed again.

“Felt that.” He chuckled. “Why don’t you find a nice, private spot for us to set up camp?”

“Camp?” I asked, confused.

“Picnic, actually,” he clarified. God, why did even his voice sound sexy? Was that rasp because of me, or had it always been there? “That’s a good spot over there.” One of his hands left my breast as he pointed toward a secluded area near one of the bluffs. Water crashed against the cliff next to it, giving the best view of the ocean spray as it made a continuous motion that was almost hypnotizing to watch.

“Okay.” I found my voice and directed the horse over to the spot. Every single second in that saddle was sweet torture. Drew’s smell, the feel of him, his very hard-to-ignore erection — everything about him was consuming me to the point of madness. I was dizzy with attraction and more afraid of drowning in him than I was of drowning in the ocean.

“You want to get down first?” Drew asked, again in my ear, causing goosebumps to erupt all over my body. I held back the shiver it caused, but just barely. What was wrong with me? Was it because I was sitting so close to him? All these times, there had been this physical barrier I didn’t even realize I’d put there, and now that we had touched for a solid twenty minutes, it was all I could think about.

“Bronte?” His warm chuckle interrupted my lust-filled thoughts. “Are you okay? Because I’m a minute away from launching my body toward the sand. Will keeps staring back at me, and I’m afraid he bites.”

I jerked my head to the side, nearly colliding with his mouth. “Sorry. Yeah, I’ll get off first.”

His smirk was deadly. “Thinking a lot of thoughts?”

I gulped. “No… yes. I, uhhh…” My eyes lowered; I couldn’t help it.

Damn, the man was packing. It was all I could seem to focus on.

Slowly, he licked his lips and then palmed himself and shrugged. “It can’t be helped, and I’m probably going to imagine this moment in my life over and over again and question my own sanity at being able to actually keep my hands for the most part to myself when all I kept imagining was stripping you naked with my bare teeth and impaling you against the saddle.” He sighed.

I gaped. “I don’t really know if I should be offended, insulted, or just straight-up turned on by what you just said.”

His eyes lowered to my chest. “Well, at least your body knows best.”

I instantly crossed my arms as my nipples tingled.

“Cold?” He winked.

I smacked him on the leg then started getting off the horse, throwing my other leg over and mourning the loss of his heat as if I would never get to experience it again.

When my feet hit the sand, Drew started making his dismount, but apparently, Will was angry about something or just sensed Drew’s fear; he shook his head and then looked back and bared his teeth at his petrified rider.

Drew held up his hands, his eyes wide. “Oh, shit.”

I reached for Will’s face and started rubbing his fur. “It’s okay, boy. He’s just scared of you because you’re bigger than him.”

Drew snorted. “Helpful. Tell him how big he is so he can crush me!”

I laughed while Will neighed and tapped his hoof against the sand. Adorable. How could anyone be afraid of such a sweetie?

“Just get off slowly. You’re heavier than I am,” I instructed, still petting Will’s fur.

Drew grumbled under his breath and moved again. “Can you touch me like that?”

“You want me to pet your face?”

His voice lowered. “I want you to pet something.” And then he somehow managed to half fall off the horse onto his ass in the sand.

He bit out a curse and glared at both of us as if it was my fault he’d fallen.

“Graceful.” I laughed.

He jabbed a finger in my direction. “I was distracted by all the petting talk.”

“So distracted that you couldn’t even get off Will?”

“What can I say? You’re beautifully distracting. Hey, I have an idea. You should probably bring those hands over here along with that mouth so I can start getting my reward.”

I gave Will one last stroke and