Out of Bounds(6)

“Daisy at the surf shop will take good care of Betty.”

I laugh. “You really named your surfboard?”

She nods. “Daisy insisted on it. She said all boards should be humanized. So mine’s Betty, and she’s a girl.”

“Obviously,” I say. “And mine’s a dude. His name is Randy. He’s one of the wild humping surfboards.”

She winks as she laughs.

I pat the back of my head. “See? The brain’s working just fine after the whacking.”

“Indeed it is.”

When we reach her home, a cute little white bungalow, she gestures to the porch. It’s teeming with potted plants and flowers, as well as pizza coupons and takeout menus stuffed behind the mailbox next to the doorway. “Thank you, Andrew. For the drinks and the escort service.”

I wiggle my eyebrows because she says escort in kind of a naughty way. “And thank you for the surf angel-slash-nurse work.”

“My pleasure. I was happy to save a guy in distress.”

I narrow my eyes and protest her description. “Hey now. I’m not a dude in distress.”

She whispers “just kidding” as she leans against her porch railing. I don’t think it’s intentional, but that pose shows off all her assets. The swell of her breasts in her tank dress, her curvy hips, her strong legs. This woman just f*cking does something to me. Turns me on, that’s what she does. Makes me hard as hell. Though she’s made it clear that the night ends right here, I intend to make the most of this good-bye.

I move closer to her and run my hand down her arm. I watch as goose bumps rise in its wake. My voice goes low. “Do you know what I’ve been thinking about?”

She tilts her head to the side. “What would that be, Andrew?”

It still sounds funny to hear her call me that. But next time I see her I’ll tell her that everyone calls me Drew. With my other hand, I brush her hair off her shoulder, cataloging her reaction to my touch. The way she shivers. How she sways closer. The rush of breath on her lips. I bring my mouth to her ear, and whisper. “What it would be like to kiss you.”

I pull back, wanting to look at her. Her lips are parted, then she licks them and swallows. It’s like she’s taking a step closer, saying go for it. “You should absolutely find out then,” she says, soft and inviting.

My fingers travel from her shoulder, up to her hair, and I rope my hand through those blond locks. I pull her close, savoring the warm feel of her sun-kissed skin and the smell of sand, surf, and sunshine in her hair.

I dip my mouth to hers, clasping her face in my hands. When I nip her bottom lip, she gasps. It’s such an alluring sound, and it turns me the f*ck on even more. My dick would very much like to go inside her house tonight, but kissing is all that’s on the menu, so I kiss her in a way that’ll leave her wanting more. Because I want so much more of her, and I also want her to know that.

I’m not sure how I went from leaving the field when practice ended this morning, to spending the afternoon surfing to get my mind off all the changes I’m sure are coming, to kissing this beautiful stranger outside her Venice Beach home. But hell if I want to analyze this moment.

I spend my working hours making decisions, analyzing, choosing. Then executing.

Right now, I want to get lost in something that no one else controls but this woman and me.

Dani presses her sexy body to mine as I claim her lips in a deeper, more consuming kiss. A jolt of pleasure surges down my spine. The kiss picks up speed and intensifies, and soon I’m devouring her lips, and she likes it. She moans and murmurs, and loops her hands around my neck, tugging me closer. Switching up my location, I leave a path of kisses along her jaw, her cheek, over her neck. Her skin tastes so good, I could spend hours here, nibbling, nipping, biting. And so I do, nipping her earlobe.

She murmurs, a long, sexy, lingering noise. “Mmm. That feels so good.”

“You feel pretty f*cking fantastic, Dani,” I whisper in her ear. “And I love the sounds you make.”

Flicking my tongue over the shell of her ear, I hear her pitch rise, that gorgeous gasp a woman makes as she gets turned on. It’s a sound that can drive a man insane with desire. I return to her lips, kissing harder this time, drawing in her bottom lip between my teeth. Grabbing her hips, I tug her closer. “Those little sexy noises make me crazy,” I tell her.

“I approve of this reaction,” she says playfully when she feels my hard-on.

“Feel free to show approval manually,” I say, joking. But, you know, not joking. If she wanted to get her hands in my pants, I would not protest one bit.

She brings her mouth to my ear. “Or orally.”

I groan. I would love to feel her lips wrapped nice and tight around me. “Now you’re really driving me nuts. Saying those dirty things when I know you’re going to walk inside and leave me out here. But I’ll be a good shark.”

She presses a palm against my hard-on, feeling me through my shorts. “You are a very good shark, Andrew.”

“So good you’ll let me take you out another night?” I ask, because I’ve got to see this woman again.

“I wouldn’t complain about that,” she says, as she slinks her hands up my chest, tiptoeing over my abs. I grab her hips and slam her against me.

“I wouldn’t either. I want to see you again, and you’ve got to know how much I want to touch you again too.”