Page 29 of The Roadie
“No. This is from my heart.” He kissed her again, this time with so much passion that it made her skin burn. The tide came in unannounced and surrounded them in cool water, but it didn’t extinguish the fire inside of her.
“I think we better get back to our lesson,” he whispered.
“I think you’re right,” she admitted, and rolled out of his arms before things went too far. She kept her head down as she got into position on her board. She listened to Brett’s instructions, her heart still pounding rapidly and her breath leaving a small circle of steam on the fiberglass.
Filled with adrenaline, she jumped to a standing position the moment he said, “Get ready to spring up.” She promptly lost her balance, fell, and landed on top of him. He hadn’t even moved. He was still face down on the surfboard, only now she was sprawled on top of him like a giant spider, with her hands and feet in the sand on either side of his face and legs.
She laughed hysterically as he rolled over, so they were face to face. She lowered her head into his chest and felt it rise and fall as he chuckled softly.
“Are you trying to kill me?” he asked.
“I’m sorry. I lost my balance and I fell.”
“No shit?”
His hands snaked around her back and held her close to him. As she stared into his beautiful brown eyes, with her breasts pressed against his hard chest, her laughter slowly subsided. She felt the rugged strength of his muscles underneath her, and it stirred things inside of her. She smothered him with a kiss that was filled with equal amounts of passion and joy. Every time they were together, he brought fun and spontaneity into her life, along with an overwhelming dose of insatiable desire. His hand glided down her back over the smooth wetsuit, leaving a tingle trailing underneath his fingertips. When he cupped the globe of her ass, she let out a little moan. His erection pressed firmly into her thigh, conveying his arousal.
The soft roar of the waves crashing in the background made her feel as if she were starring in a movie, where romance dominated the screen. The tide rolled up the shoreline and bathed them in a spray of white foam. It did little to cool her heated flesh, and she wanted out of the suffocating wetsuit. She pulled at the zipper, snaked her arms free and shoved the top part of it down to her waist, barely breaking their kiss.
His eyes were glazed and hooded as they dropped to the curve of her breasts spilling over the tiny bikini top. He grinned and motioned to the left with his chin. “There’s privacy in that cabana.”
With heat flushing her face, she rolled off him, so she was sitting in the sand with her legs stretched out in front of her and leaning back on her hands. There were a few people in the water, and several groups of people scattered around the private beach, but no one close enough to see what they were doing. Was she really considering sex on the beach in broad daylight? She couldn’t contain the light laugh that escaped her and dropped her chin into her chest.Fuck it!Convention could go to hell. Spirited fun and spontaneity took precedence. Not to mention lust. She grabbed his hand, jumped up and pulled him toward the cabana.
They fell on the cushions and into each other’s arms, laughter punctuating their antics. “Are we really going to do this?” she asked.
“Do what?” he teased. “Relax in this awesome cabana while staring at the gorgeous blue sky and endless ocean?”
“Yeah.” She nodded playfully. “That’s what we’re going to do.”
He leaned over and grabbed several towels from the side table. “Let’s put these down.”
It immediately reminded her of their fling in Starbucks when he put his shirt on the bathroom counter before lifting her onto it.
“What?” he asked, when he noticed she was staring at him.
“Nothing.” As they placed the towels lengthwise across the cushion in order to create a clean, fresh surface, she marveled at his thoughtfulness. What guy thinks about these small details when they were about to score?Brett Navarro, that’s who.
She unsnapped the tiebacks that held the panels open on each of the four posts, and they were afforded privacy in the way of sliding opaque curtains. They were virtually sealed off from the rest of the world as if in their own island paradise.
“Nice touch.” A strong hand slid across her back and pulled at the string to her bikini top. “Oops,” Brett said, with a smile in his voice.
She spun around to face him, holding the tiny material over her breasts, which was ridiculous because they were alone.
His fingers snaked around her neck and pulled at the last strings that held the top in place, and then he snatched it away so she was left with her hands covering her nipples. A laugh fell from her mouth. “Are you a magician? It was like you pulled the tablecloth from under a set table without breaking any dishes.”
“I got skills.”
“Mad skills,” she said, breathlessly, and dropped her hands.
His eyes fell to her bare breasts, and his lips parted as if he wanted a taste, but it was her mouth that he captured. His lips fell onto hers with a hunger, and he devoured them. It sent a wave of heat through her, hotter than the Miami sun. She was burning up and needed to take off the rest of the wetsuit, but she didn’t get a chance.
Brett lifted her from the sand in one quick motion as if she were as light as a feather and placed her on the extra-large cushioned lounger. As she exhaled a heated breath, he roughly ripped the wetsuit from her waist, then pulled at the strings to her tiny bikini bottom with a delicate touch and whisked it away. The ocean breeze hit her most delicate area with a light flutter of warmth that caused goosebumps to rise over her flesh.
Brett pushed his wetsuit over his shoulders and down to his knees, exposing the ridges and curves of his hard muscles. And his hard shaft. She realized that they didn’t have a condom and almost whimpered with disappointment, but Brett had obviously already devised an alternative plan. His mouth left a wet trail of kisses down the center of her body as he moved lower. Her breath hitched, and she spread her legs wider with invitation. His lips and tongue found their intended target and she sighed deeply. Arching her back, she clutched his hair in her fist as she inhaled a deep gust of air. Her breasts were full as they projected toward the sky. The curtain flapped, allowing a slight breeze to pass over her pointed nipples, making her shudder. The fresh ocean air, combined with the floral scent of the baby soft towels beneath her, and the crashing waves in the distance, assaulted her senses. Her nerve endings were alive with a million feelers, absorbing everything – touch, scent, and sound.
While Brett’s magnificent tongue twirled in purposeful circles, his fingers entered her with long, leisurely thrusts. His beard raked across her inner thighs, creating an abrasion that both tickled and scraped against her skin. This man was such a magnificent mixture of hard and soft. Each gentle touch also brought his scratchy beard closer to her most sensitive parts. He moved his mouth and suddenly his rough beard scoured her nub, relentlessly, as he rubbed his chin back and forth against it. Sensations multiplied and exploded in a fury of ecstasy. Shudders wracked her body, and her shoulders jolted off the cushion in short jerky motions while she panted heavily from the onslaught of euphoria.
She was suddenly dizzy and opened her eyes. The draping over the top of the cabana was sheer enough for her to see the sky and the fluffy white clouds. It was heaven. She lay back and let rapture engulf her in bliss as stimulation flooded her core. Wave after wave of pleasure inundated her body and mind, pushing her to the edge of delirium. When the overwhelming sensations subsided enough for her head to clear, she blinked several times to refocus on her surroundings. She gulped and rested her hand over her frantically beating heart. Apparently, it wasn’t heaven. It was just Brett.
