Page 8 of The Right Guy
After a stint of lengths back and forth, he swam closer to the shore until he could stand. Water rolled down the curves of his bare chest, and his white boxer briefs became deliciously transparent. The café au lait skin beneath was almost visible, and the outline of his perfect, proud cock was right there,tauntingme as if I was a shark, and he was my tasty breakfast. The view was outstanding, as was he—a wet warrior with tattoos and thick dark hair, wading through the sea to get to his princess. Wow, I hadn’t realized I was so creative. My imagination ran wild. I was holding his hand, then his dick. I shivered at the thought.
“So now you accept water isn’t the enemy, Ada.” Theo’s strides toward me were self-assured and manly, so he appeared even more enticing. I bet he realized his dick was mighty fine.
“Hmmm.” That’s all I could muster.
He stopped a few steps away. “You’re pale.”
I was in shock. My best friend’s manhoodwas perfectly proportionedin everypossibleway. “You’re lucky I didn’t hyperventilate and die, right here, on the sand. Iwas worried. Stressed. Freaking out!” I scowled. “Why would you do that to me?” Perhaps I was being a tad dramatic, but it was better than telling him I was burning up with lust. Anyway, Ihadbeen anxious until I romanticized about him,in a filthy way.
“You were worried about me?” He laughed.
I stomped my foot. “Yes, Theo, I was worried. You shouldn’t scare me like that. There’s no way I’d be able to heave your half-eaten corpse to dry land.”
“You’re cute,” he said with a smirk. “Anyway, as you can see, Jaws wasn’t interested in breakfast.”
“Ha! This time.” I huffed. “He’s just playing with you. Luring you back in with a false sense of security, pretending he’s not interested in breakfast because he really wants brunch.”
“Do you want to join me?” he asked. “Just a few steps, that’s all.”
I glared at him and shook my head. “No, Theo. I’m exhausted now.” I clutched my tee to my breasts. His reckless behaviour had my pulse thrumming, since my heart crapped itself when he went under the surface.
He eyed me silently. Droplets clung to his skin like they never wanted to leave, and his eyes dazzled in the fresh new light of day rising over the ocean. He dragged a palm over his face and lowered his chin. My breath caught. Theo suited the stunning backdrop with his rugged features and predatory posture.
“You can put your tee back on if you’re cold,” he suggested, gathering his clothes up in the crook of his arm.
The swell of my arousal deflated quicker than a burst balloon. Theo wanted me to cover up. He didn’t want to ogle at my perky pair because we were just friends.
“You can use it to dry your face before I put it back on?” I offered with a light shrug, holding out my tee. “I’m happy to soak up the vitamin D for a bit longer.”
The souls of his feet left prints in the compact sand until ebbing water washed them away. I quietly made a wish he would never disappear from my life like his footprints. With his clothes gathered to his stomach, he discreetly covered his boxers. Theo threw me his usual wink. Only this time, my heart sputtered, and a surge of tingles burst over my skin.
He captured my pastel green tee, wiped his face, and said, “Thanks, Ada. Want to get breakfast at Jumping Joe’s, back on campus?” I collected the damp tee from his fingers and fought the compulsion to bury my nose in his scent.
“Sure.” I played it cool because those rampant hormones would not fuck up the best thing I had—him. “Promise to keep your fork out of my pancakes? Or I’ll stab your stealing hand,” I joked.
He laughed. “You’re all talk. We both know you’d let me eat your pancakes.”
Were we on the same page? I wasn’t certain, but his brow arched, and his mouth quirked like he was visualizing a different snack. I was wrong.
“Best friends share their pancakes, Ada.”
He was referring to pancakes, just plain old pancakes.
Four
Nancy Fancy Pants
“Can I ask you a question, Ada?” Theo looked up from his stack of fluffy pancakes, sucking a lucky trickle of maple syrup from his thumb.
I watched the digit enter his mouth and pull out with a pop. It sent a strange tremor into my bone, and I visualized his finger in my mouth.
“Sure, Theo.” I glanced down to my stack and stabbed it. “You can ask me anything.” Goosebumps sprinkled my arms. “Is it just me, or is it cold in here?” It must have been the air conditioning unit chugging away in the background.
His elbows rested on the table, hunching up his wide shoulders like an ox. “What do you see in, Ro?” he said with an odd shy smile.
“Um.” Everything. “Well, he’s athletic and toned. Plus, he’s good-looking.” That was vague, but who can depict sexual attraction without going into the nitty-gritty dirty details. I doubted Theo wanted to hear how I loved Ro’s hands, his megawatt smile, his choppy hair, his tight ass and his personality. I liked his personality, didn’t I? Oh, and he was next in line to inherit billions. That part was irrelevant to me, but it was a top priority for my father.
“Right.” He sucked in sharply and jabbed the cylindrical syrupy tower with a fork. “You should look for a guy who’s single.”
