When I Was Yours(27)

I brush my thumb over her lips. “I think you’re f*cking amazing, you know that?”

“I remember you once telling me that, yeah.” She bites her lower lip.

“And she’s not.”

“Who’s not, what?” Her eyes are on my mouth.

“My mother. She’s not nice.”

Her eyes lift to mine. “Oh.”

“But that’s a story for another day.” I give her another gentle kiss before putting the truck back in drive and pull out onto the empty road, feeling a lot lighter than I did a few minutes ago.




We decide to go to Surfrider Beach, which is not far from my house, so I take the car back home where we change into our wet suits. Knowing that Evie is changing in the next room from me, that she is naked in there…it does all kinds of crazy things to me.

Then, we walk down the beach, and Evie tells me all about how Grady taught her how to surf and that he was a pro surfer in his day.

I can’t wait to get out on the waves with her and see what she can do.

She’s so different compared to the girls back home. I can’t imagine one of them getting out on a surfboard. They might break a nail or something.

“Here good for you?” I ask her. Stopping, I assess the waves, which are looking good.

“Yeah.” She puts her bag on the sand, standing up her board. “Could you fasten my wet suit up for me?” she asks.

She has the wet suit on fully, but she didn’t zip it up all the way. I knew that because, as we were walking here, I couldn’t help but notice the bare skin on her back or the small bikini string through the gape.

“Sure.”

She turns her back to me. I put my towel and sunscreen next to her bag and then put my board down.

She already tied her hair up back at the house, so I brush her ponytail over her shoulder and see that my hands are shaking.

What the hell is wrong with me?

It’s not like I’ve never touched a girl before, and all I’m doing is zipping up her wet suit, for God’s sake.

Get a grip, Gunner.

Taking ahold of the zipper, I pull it up to the top.

“Thanks,” she says when I’m done.

I notice she sounds a little breathless.

“Do mine?” I ask.

“Sure.”

She’s not even touching my skin, and my cock starts to get hard at the feel of her being so close behind me, her hand pulling up the zipper.

And seriously, a hard-on and a wet suit do not go well together.

I need this boner to disappear.

Naked old ladies. Hairy, wrinkly naked old ladies.

My mother.

That does it.

“Ready?” I ask.

“I was born ready.” She grins, and then she suddenly takes off for the water, her board in hand.

Laughing, I chase after her.

Something in my gut tells me that I’ll probably always be chasing after Evie, one way or another.




“You were great out there,” I tell her, drying off my hair with my towel.

We’ve finished surfing and just rinsed off under the outdoor showers, and we are heading back to our stuff on the beach.

I shake my towel out before laying it on the sand, and I peel my wet suit off. I’ve got my board shorts on underneath. I pull my hair back, tying it up, and then I drop down onto my towel.

Evie has laid her towel out next to mine.

Kneeling on it, she says, “Can you unzip me?”

Sitting up, I take hold of the zipper. I slowly pull it down, the sound loud between us.

Zipping her up before was deliciously tough. Lowering her zipper now…exquisite f*cking torture.

The beach is quiet with some people still around, but as far as I’m concerned, there is only her and me.

When the zipper touches its base, I stare at the exposed skin at the bottom of her neck. It looks so soft, so enticing. I want to know how she tastes. And I can’t help myself, I press my lips right there.

I feel a shudder run through her body.

“What are you doing?” she asks softly.

“Tasting you,” I breathe against her skin. “Is that okay?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

Moving closer, she presses into me. My arm slides around her waist as I trail a path of kisses up her neck—until she turns her face to mine. I stare into those whiskey eyes for a long thrilling moment, falling somewhere unknown. Then, I take her mouth with mine. I kiss her gently at first until she’s moaning in my mouth and turning in my arms. Her fingers slide behind my neck, linking there, holding me like she never wants to let me go.

And I know for sure that I don’t want to let her go.

Then, she breaks the kiss. I see her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen.

She runs the tips of her fingers across my overgrown stubble. “I can’t believe we’re making out on the beach.”

“Too much too soon?”

She stares into my eyes and shakes her head. “No.”

“Good, because I plan on kissing you anytime I get the opportunity.”

I want her, so f*cking much. And it’s not just the kissing even though that rocks. It’s more than that. It’s her. I want to be around her, to talk to her, to learn everything I can about her.

I have a feeling, when it comes to Evie, nothing will ever be enough. I’ll always want more, need more.