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Abby rocks her head back and laughs. “Sounds like me as a kid. My mom would take us to the beach and always had to bring multiple changes of clothing. She finally started bringing a small tent so we could change before returning home. There was no way she’d let me get into her car soaking wet and full of sand.”
Now that’s an image I can’t get out of my head.
I look her over from head to toe, raise my eyebrows, and smirk. “Is this something I should worry about?” I’m only teasing, but the thought alone has me needing to get out of this vehicle and walk around.
“No. Thank you very much. I’m sure I can stay dry and relatively sand free. Besides, we don’t have any change of clothes with us. I won’t ruin your vehicle. Promise.”
Oddly enough, I’m not so sure I’d mind. Sure, sand is a bitch to get out, but if it meant she’d have to strip first…
Abby interrupts my lustful thoughts when she kicks off her shoes and socks and pops open the door. When I hesitate to follow her because my brain is apparently slow on the uptake, Abby chuckles. “Come on, Jacobs. Let’s see if we can stay out of trouble.” With that, she turns and runs down the beach.
It only takes me a minute to shed my socks and shoes, throw open the door, and sprint to catch up. Abby’s got a good start on me, but since my strides double hers, I eat up the distance between us quickly. When I almost catch up, the brat kicks it into high gear and pulls away. Her lead doesn’t last long. Within a second or two, I throw out my arms and reach to pull her in. Unfortunately, her legs tangle in mine, and it ends up being more of a tackle. To keep her from getting hurt, I turn us so that I take the brunt of the fall as we land in the soft sand.
“Well, that’s one way to win.” She smirks when her eyes meet mine, but I can tell she’s not bothered by my antics at all. Her face splits in two as she rolls her eyes and giggles. “I’ll have to remember you fight dirty.”
If she thinks that’s playing dirty, she ain’t seen nothing yet. My hand reaches under her exposed skin from our tumble and tickles her at the waist. Holy shit. She’s ticklish. She twists, turns, and squirms to get out of my reach. But I just can’t let that happen. I get lost in the moment and before I know it, she’s squealing. “Okay… enough… I can’t… breathe.”
Instantly, I stop my torment, and she falls onto her back to pant. Since my bottom half is tangled in hers, I lean up on my elbow to look her in the eye as I hold her hip in place. I make no movements to tickle her. But I’m not ready to let her go either.
We stare at each other for an endless moment before she finally breaks our silence with a breathless, “Hi,” before biting on her lower lip.
The vixen likely knows that one move alone does it to me every time. Without a second thought, I close the distance between us and press my lips to hers. God. She tastes of peppermint and Abby. Utter perfection. I could die a happy man in this moment. Her tongue darts out and traces the seam of my lips, and I happily invite her in.
Her hand runs through my hair, and I could kiss her like this forever. Her tongue meets mine, and I take control of the kiss until we’re both breathless and gasping for air. As I pull back, I realize all good things must come to an end. If I don’t put an end to this, I won’t want to stop. Ever.
As much as I’d like to continue this train of thought, sex on the beach is better as a drink than reality. There’s no way I want sand in places it should never exist, and I’m not much into an exhibitionist either. Hell. I don’t even know if Abby’s ready for something like that, but there’s no way in hell I’d ever turn her down, should she show interest.
I slowly kiss her a few more times, then suggest, “Ready for that walk you wanted?”
She lets out a huff and pouts in the most adorable way. “If you insist.” But a smile forms as she rights herself into a standing position, right alongside me. She reaches out her hand and helps me to my feet with ease. Together, we walk hand in hand down the beach, without a care in the world.
We walk in silence, enjoying the seagulls and watching the waves in the distance. Abby points out a large ship in the distance as well as a place to sit off in the distance on a log in the sand. She leads us there, and I gladly follow.
When we reach the log, the wind picks up. Instinctually, I wrap my arm around her and pull her close. I’ve always been mesmerized by crashing waves, and I find myself lost in the unique rhythm of the ocean. We’re a good thirty feet from the water, so there’s no risk in getting wet. Abby takes my hand in hers and leans closer to my chest. Between the steady sound of the water and her warm body on mine, it’s so peaceful. Abby runs her fingers along my knuckles, and I relax into her further.
It could be minutes or hours that pass, but I’ve never been more content than just watching the sunset with the beautiful woman beside me. When she breaks the silence, her voice is barely above a whisper.
Her steady hands never miss a beat as she says, “You know… on the way here, I got a little nervous?”
What? That’s the last thing I thought she’d say. Where’s she going with this? Shit. Have I done something to offend her? “Why is that?”
She doesn’t make eye contact but continues staring out at the ocean and stroking my hand. “I don’t want you to get the wrong impression. I’m not a virgin, but I’ve never gone away with a guy for the night, either.”
“Okaaaayyy,” I draw out, hoping she’ll explain more. I never expected her to be a virgin, but I’m not sure how I feel about thinking of her with other guys. My gut twists as my heart rate spikes.
“Don’t get me wrong. I’m completely attracted to you. Because… well…” she sputters, “you’re you.”
“Glad you think I’m eye candy, Angel,” I spit out, though I still don’t follow her train of thought.
Instead of laughing, like I expect, Abby looks horrified as her eyes dart to mine. “No… that’s not what I meant.”
“Well…” I stare at her for a moment before continuing, “what do you mean?” My hackles rise; what else am I supposed to think when someone makes a comment like that? I’m used to being liked for my looks, my status on the team. But I thought Abby was different. I didn’t think she gave a shit about any of that.
“Ohmigod. Please don’t take that the wrong way. The look on your face says a thousand words.” She places a hand on my chest and suddenly, I’m much calmer. “Drew…” She waits until she has my full attention before continuing, “I could be blind, and I’d still be completely attracted to you. You’re smart, funny, caring, and more than just a guy with a pretty face. You’re the whole package.”
I can’t help the grin that forms. She just paid me the highest of compliments, and pride soars through me just as much as relief—Abby does see the real me.
“Now, don’t let that go to your head.” She levels me with a stare. “Your ego is already inflated—as it should be—but that’s still not what I’m trying to get at.”
