Page 86 of The Proposal
A slow smirk spreads across his face. “You’re right. Fuck it. Let’s go back.”
“Oh no.” I grab his arm and pull him back. “We’re surfing. I had to endure the lesson, so I’m getting use of it. I just don’t want to do it all day.”
“You’re going to be the death of me, Mrs. Brewer.”
“Let’s just hope that doesn’t happen by way of shark.”
He shakes his head and leads me into the water. “Try to listen and cooperate so you feel like you used your lessons, and we can go back to the house.”
I laugh.
“Get on your board and let’s paddle out,” he says.
I follow his lead, getting situated on the middle of my orange piece of foam. We paddle a short distance, then place our hands on the board and press up to go over the breaking wave.
“Nice,” Renn says, smiling proudly beside me.
“I’m a natural.”
He snorts. “Keep paddling.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
The only good thing about this activity is staring at Renn without fear of running into someone or wrecking a car. And if I get eaten by a shark, at least I’ll go down with stars in my eyes.
His arms are cut to perfection. Watching the water droplets slip off his skin, caressing the lines of his muscles is akin to foreplay.
“Okay, babe, here comes a wave,” he says.
Babe? My stomach flurries, distracting me from the task at hand.
“Hands on your board,” he says. “Pop up, shoulders square—Blakely!”
Splash! I topple spectacularly into the water, taking in a mouthful of salt. I'm met with his laughter once I get back to the surface.
“Are you okay?” he asks, offering me a hand.
I spit a few times to rid my mouth of the grit of the sea.
“Try again?”
I blow my hair out of my face. “I really think you’re wrong about the hair being down thing.” I struggle but manage to get back on my board.
“Your tits in that bikini top are incredible.” He wiggles his brows. “I prefer them in my mouth, but this is my second favorite look.”
“Glad to know that. Now focus on the waves, pal.”
He fights a smile and paddles alongside me.
“Okay …” I take a deep breath. “Hands on the board. Pop up. Arms out and shoulders square—gah!”
I fall into the water again. This time, I keep my mouth closed.
“I’m not even getting to crouch,” I say, jutting my bottom lip out. “What am I doing wrong?”
Renn turns on his board to face me. “Nothing. This isn’t easy. It just takes practice. You’re doing great.”
I get back on my board.
