Page 94 of Surfer's Paradise

And then she was on top of him.

Just like that.

Mouth crashing against his, hands twisting in his shirt, kissing him like she was trying to steal the breath right out of his lungs.

Isaac groaned, yanking her closer, his hands tight on her hips, pulling her into him, feeling every warm, soft inch of her as she straddled his lap.

The cabbie cleared his throat.

Rosie ignored him, kissed him harder.

Isaac smirked against her mouth. “You’re so mad, baby.”

“Shut the fuck up,” she growled, kissing him again, biting his bottom lip.

Isaac gripped her ass, rocked her against him, his cock already hard, already pressing into her, already needing more.

“Fuck, Rosie—”

And then—

Her head snapped up, eyes darting to the window.

They were going over the bridge.

Her glare returned.

“I’m for sure jumping out.”

Isaac groaned, tipping his head back against the seat. “Fucking Christ, woman, can you relax for two seconds?”

She ignored him.

He could see her brain working, calculating the best way to launch herself out of a moving vehicle.

Isaac grabbed her waist, yanking her back down. “You jump, I jump.”

“Not my problem.”

“Then you’ll kill us both,” he muttered.

She rolled her eyes so hard she nearly fell over.

The cab slowed to a red light, just a few blocks from his house.

Isaac took the opportunity, grabbing his wallet, flinging a handful of cash at the driver.

Before he could say anything, Rosie threw the door open and bolted.

“Fuck me sideways.”

Isaac launched out after her, slamming the door shut behind him, his boots hitting pavement hard.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

Rosie was already running, heels clicking, heading straight toward the beach like she had some master escape plan.

Isaac ran after her, long strides closing the gap fast, grabbing her arm, yanking her into the shadows at the beach edge.

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