Page 34 of F*ck You

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Lee

My heart was lighter than it had ever been as we swam back to the shore. Even though we didn’t get any further than a make out session, it made me feel so alive to be wanted.

The light from my headlamp shined down on the ocean floor, and it was crazy to see so many things still active while the rest of the world was sleeping. Fish continued to swim around, most of them darting away from us as we neared, and it was all pretty magical. I would need to learn how to scuba dive for sure. I wanted to get a much closer look at everything, to dive deeper into this new world.

We reached the shore, and I removed my flippers immediately, making it much easier to walk across the sand. Larsen surprised me with a kiss the moment I took my headgear off, and we strolled up the beach with my fingers threaded through his. I couldn’t wait to get back inside and peel off this wet suit.

We went into his condo, and the first thing I did was strip down. I sighed with relief when I could feel the air on my skin again. Yes, freedom from the skintight suit.

As I moved around, searching for my pile of clothes, I noticed the heated look in Larsen’s eyes, and I suddenly didn’t want to put my clothes on. I considered dropping them to the floor and jumping him, but he coughed and changed the subject. “I’m going to make us coffee.”

Feeling slightly affronted, I dressed quickly, put away the gear, and joined him in the kitchen. “You know, if you keep running away from me when I’m naked, I’m going to start to worry you don’t actually like kissing me either.” I took the warm mug and sipped, watching him for his reaction.

“Oh, believe me, I like kissing you. I enjoy it a lot actually. I didn’t want to move too fast and end up ruining anything before it even started.”

I gave him a quick nod. “Viable excuse.”

His whiskey-colored eyes lightened as panic entered them. “Oh, no, I’m not making excuses. I’d like nothing more than to bend you over this counter and fuck you so hard you’d spill every last drop of your coffee. Have no doubt about that.”

I clutched my mug closer to my chest in mock surprise. “Not the coffee,” I joked in a somewhat high-pitched tone. “I don’t know if it’d be worth it if I had to sacrifice the coffee.”

He smirked. “Oh, it would definitely be worth it.”

A flame heated in my belly. The tease. “Yeah? Prove it. Deliver what you promise.”

He walked over and stopped in front of me. Leaning in, I heard the clink as he set his mug down on the counter behind me, his dark eyes gleaming with lust when his face was only an inch from mine.

I swallowed hard, and my eyes shot to his lips as he licked them before they parted and he leaned in closer. His breath was warmed from the hot coffee he’d been drinking, and his body heat engulfed me like a sauna. My heart rate sped up to match the rising anticipation of what was about to happen.

My lips parted to welcome him, but he brushed past them to place a kiss on my cheek before continuing toward my ear.

All focus was on him and this moment, and everything beyond the wisps of blond hair in front of me didn’t matter. A shudder ran through me like an ocean wave when he rested his hand on my hip and gave me a squeeze over the denim shorts. I swallowed hard, wondering if he was really moving in slow motion, or if the whole world was actually slowing down in this moment, waiting for what would happen next.

His breathing was ragged in my ear as though it was taking everything he had in him to hold back. I turned my head slightly to press my lips against the corner of his jaw, smiling as something twitched against my core. I wanted to feel him come undone, and all this teasing around was killing me.

“I really do like you a lot, and I think you’re worth doing this right.”

My hand slid over the mountains of muscle practically pulsing across his body as it drifted lower, but his free hand wrapped around mine, halting the motion.

“Next time, Starfish.” He pulled away from me with a wink, and I wanted to pound on his chest and demand he fuck me, but instead the reanimated butterflies in my stomach fluttered even harder at the nickname.

“You’re lucky you’re so damn hot.” I sipped my coffee as I glared at him over the rim of the mug.

We finished our coffees between smirks and glares, switching up the conversation to talk about movies and TV shows. We set up a movie date for later this week where he and Chase would show up at my home with popcorn and movies, and I’d order some pizzas, preferably some I would actually eat this time.

“Roughly how long would you say would be enough time?”

He scrunched his eyebrows in thought. “Not sure. Just not on the first date at least.”

“So, this was a date?” I inquired, my voice hopeful.

He smirked. “Whether or not you thought so, yeah, it was.”

“Good.” I placed my mug in the sink. “I suppose if I’m going to be here for a while surfing and snorkeling, I should probably get an actual swimsuit.”

“That might be a good idea. Living on a beach without swimwear is actually unheard of.”

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