Page 6 of Tan Lines & Trouble
“You mean amazing,” she retorts.
“I definitely meant impossible.”
She grins and my heart thumps a little harder in my chest. “I’ve heard it both ways.”
I groan. “You did not just quote Psych.”
“Shawn Spencer is a God.”
“Whatever.” I move another step closer. “So, we good?”
She doesn’t immediately reply and the sweat dotting my brow is more from nerves than the heat. Finally, she says, “As long as you can rein in Douchey Dane, yeah, we’re good.”
“I think I can manage.”
“Then you’ve got yourself a deal.” She holds out her hand for me to shake. I clasp her hand in mine, pumping my arm once before yanking her toward me. The move is unexpected and her unchecked momentum sends her plowing into my chest.
She moves to push away from me but I band my arms around her and hold her to me, secretly loving the way her small, soft body feels against mine.
Before I can think better of it, I’m mumbling into her hair how much I’ve missed her and how I’m glad she’s here. “For real, you were my ride or die and I left you. I’ve missed you like hell.”
“You could have called. Texted. Facebooked, anything Dane.” Her warm breath fans against my chest, but she still makes no move to pull out of my embrace.
“I know, Dots. I know.” After a few more quiet moments, we break apart. “You ready to surf?” I ask, knowing damn well she doesn’t need the lessons.
“Yup.” We grab our boards and head toward the water. The breaking waves rock us gently as we wade out. “Hey Dane,” Dots says once we’re knee deep.
I turn and look at her, only to find her belly down on her board, staring straight ahead. “Yeah?”
“I missed you too,” she calls over her shoulder as she paddles out.
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He slides his hand down my leg, his fingers brushing along the hem of my bikini bottom along the way, until he reaches the bend of my knee. It takes my all to focus on his words over his touch.
He grips me above the knee and pulls my leg into the position he wants it in. “See how your foot is planted and your knee is hanging over the side of the board?” I nod. “This is exactly how I want you.”
As loathe as I am to admit it, a million sexy fantasies of him saying those exact words play out in my mind. Only we’re both naked and not on a public beach. My cheeks heat as I imagine all of the filthy things he would do to me—and how much I’d like it.
“Got it.”
“You’re looking a little pink, Dots. Everything okay?”
The blush painting my cheeks burns its way down my chest. “Mmhmm, yup, fine.”
He drags his hand back up my leg, and this time the tips of his fingers brush the most sensitive part of my inner-thigh. It’s a light touch, but packed with pleasure and I can’t help but squirm under it.
“You sure?” he asks, sounding smug. “Or maybe my hands on you is too distracting?”
“I’m not distracted,” I insist, pleased when my voice comes out steady.
“Show me.”
I grab the rails the first try instead of bringing my hands under my chest—a total grom move. Naturally, Dane catches me and smirks. “Thought you weren’t distracted Dots?” I glare at him, but my gaze snags on his firm pecs. His smirk turns to an all-out laugh. “Damn, do I need to put a shirt on too?”
What good would a shirt do? For the past three weeks, it seems like he’s always finding a reason to touch me—and he’s growing bolder each time. So, even if he covered his sinfully sculpted body, I’d still end up distracted.
