Page 7 of The Right Guy
“A bit gristly perhaps?” I laughed, then did a silly booty shimmy that was stiff and awkward.
“I wasn’t thinking of gristle.” He shook his head and laughed. Theo shrugged out of his jacket, setting it on the sand.
“What are you doing?”I cocked at brow suspiciously.
“I’m going for a swim.” He shrugged, then raised his arms up to the sky and stretched.
“Theo, don’t fuck with me.” I glared at him. “Didn’t you hear what I just said. Undiscovered territory. The unknown. Jaws. Megalodon. Things with millions of tentacles.”
His chuckle was so sexy and husky, like one of those bad-boy motorcycle guys who smoked too much and had hot, dirty sex on the seat of his bike. Wait, he is a bad-boy motorcycle guy, minus the cigarettes. His minty magic breath works way better than a mouth like an ashtray, or so I imagined.
“Have you ever had sex on your motorcycle?” I blurted out. Did I just say that out loud?
“Where did that come from?” His brow scrunched, confirming I hadindeedspoken out loud.
I glanced at him and then looked away again quickly. “Never mind.”
“Do you want to have sex on my motorcycle?” His mouth quirked with a playful taunt.
I didn't know whether to laugh or run to the motorcycle at high velocity. Sex with Theo, on his motorcycle, would be the best damn thrill of a lifetime.
“I—uh, do you?” I threw it out there, testing his question.
“It’s been a while.” He popped open the button on his jeans. I immediately thought about straddling him and those large hands of his guiding me up and down. “It gets a bit awkward if she’s not overly agile. If you want to borrow it sometime, go ahead.” Theo’s shoulders lifted to his lobes. I tore myself away from the absurd fantasy. He wasn’t offering. “Right, I’m going in. I won’t be long.” His matter-of-fact statement bound my heart and choked the stupid hint of optimism right out of it. Hewasn’t includedin the fantasy, just his motorcycle.
In slow motion, he removed thetee,emphasizing his muscles, and leisurely stepped out of his jeans. A short gold chain sat neatly on his collarbones, complimenting his golden skin. Theo lingered by his clothes, stance strong, wearing only white snug boxer briefs that highlighted the outstanding bulge beneath.
“You’re staring at my dick, Ada.”
“What?” I was, I really was. It looked big andgirthy, if that’s even a word. It had to be a word because it’s the only one my brain could come up with as my eyes popped. My jaw hit the sand.“Theo, it’s not appropriate to have a dick that size.” I paused. “I mean, it’s not appropriate to wave it about in front of me,” I corrected, still drawn to the outline. My toes curled into the sand and I bit my lip.
His eyebrow lifted. “I’m not waving it about. Does my dick make you feel uncomfortable?” he said, trying not to laugh.
I crossed my arms over my chest and nodded to the spectacle. “Why have I not seen that before? Surely I have best friend privileges?” What the heck was I saying?
“Why would you want to see it?” he asked, with a soft crease on his forehead. The guy had a good point. I had no reason to see it, even though it looked magnificent and shouldn’tbe hiddenbehind clothes, ever.“If we’re discussing privilege terms.” His eyes gleamed. “Then I need to see what’s hiding under your tee. It’s only fair.” Theo tilted his head, simultaneously folding his arms across his decorated torso.
“Nice try.” I gulped. “You don’t need to see my boobs.” I disputed, looking down and kicking sand with my big toe. Should I do it? Could I let him see my bra or even my boobs? They’re just boobs, right? And he’s my buddy. “Fine.” I sighed, blowing out my cheeks like it was unreasonable. I removed my tee and dangled it from my forefinger, with a hip jutted and eyebrows high. “There. Even Stevens, big guy.”
“Who?”
“I mean, we’re even now. Tit for—” I nodded to his dick. “That.” I concluded, laughing nervously.
The wrinkle on his brow softened. His obvious stare dawdled over the hard nipples poking through my cotton bra. To say it turned me on was an understatement. I cleared my throat because it wasevidenthis dick was growing. As if it weren’t big enough, just resting there in his trunks, but now, sweet Lordy Lord, it was erect like a Totem pole.
“Your, eh—” I rubbed the tip of my nose, glaring at the penis phenomenon.
“Yeah, it’s the breeze. Look what it did to those.” He lowered his gaze to my breasts again and smirked. I sucked in my lips and glanced down to the treacherous exposed nipples. I debated putting the tee back on until Theo swiveled to the waves and all ideas of redressing vanished. “Eh, Theo?”My heartbeat spluttered, tapping against my ribs in warning. “You weren’t serious about going for swim, right?” I called when his toes reached crystal clear water.
“Cold water will sort it out,” he said in a low rumble, looking back over his shoulder. With his natural swagger, the soles of his feet sank into wet sand, and the surf swallowed his feet. Theo waded into the depths until it swamped his belly, then he plunged in headfirst.
I scrambled over to his jacket and fished out my glasses, almost poking my eye out as I shoved the legs to either side of my temples.
The second his whole head vanished underwater, my heart stopped beating, and my lungs held a gasp captive. I couldn’t see him, just miles of open water and no Theo.
Shit. How long could he hold his breath for? Surely he hadn’t been underwater for a normal length of time? Long eternal seconds ticked on. Nothing. My hand fanned my breastbone while I stooped over, releasing a gradual stream of air. Panic made me dizzy, and then I saw him.
His handsome face broke through the glassy surface, and hisfingersraked wet locks away from his cheeks. With a slight flick of his wrist, Theo signalled he was okay, then took to the water like an Olympic athlete. I wasn’t aware he was such a capable swimmer. He made it look easy. He made it look fun. He made it look sexy.
