Page 11 of Book Boyfriend
“Don’t worry, my lady! I’ll save you.”
I don’t have time to do anything other than gasp as he lifts me into his arms and starts to run us away from the water.
“Fisher!” I want to protest his carrying me, but I laugh instead. He runs me away from the shore, then back toward the water, teasing me as waves hit him in the knees.
He does this repeatedly until I’m laughing so hard, I can’t catch my breath. A wave hits him at the waist and he stops in the water. I loosen myself from his grip until I’m in the water too. The waves soak us both, but I don’t care.
“You’re getting wet,” he says, running his fingers through his hair.
“I was wet the moment I saw you.”
He grips his hair in his hands and sighs before smiling down at me. “You can’t say things like that to a man. It does things to me I can’t control.”
I blink my eyes repeatedly. “I think I’d like toseewhat it’s doing to you.”
His eyebrows lift and he gives me a gaze I could only describe as smoldering. He takes my hand and places it on his wet shorts. I feel the bulge in his pants and I do what any sane woman would do. I grab ahold.
“Fuck,” he whispers.
“No, but I wouldn’t be against letting you feel the inside of my mouth.”
“It’s a beautiful mouth. But there are other lips I’d like to taste as well. It’s only fair.”
Oh damn. He’s good. Am I really about to do this? Yes. Yes, I am.
I glance back and forth along the beach. There’s no one in sight. I start to unzip his shorts as another wave crashes against us. I reach my hand inside and move the material away to reach him.
He’s hard and thick. I swallow hard. What’s gotten into me? I run my fingers over his length as he slowly trails his fingers up my thigh and under the material of my short shorts. His middle finger finds me immediately and he plunges it inside me. I moan. The water continues to crash against us as we stroke each other purposefully. His mouth crashes against mine and I lift my leg slightly, holding on to him for balance. He doesn’t disappoint. It doesn’t take long for my toes to curl as the waves of the ocean combine with my waves of orgasm. I increase my grip as well as my stride until I feel the warmth of his cum in my hand.
It’s a brief feeling. The water quickly rushes it away, but it’s enough to make me feel accomplished. He zips his zipper and touches my cheek with his palm.
He kisses me deeply and pulls me tightly to him. Placing my arms around his neck, he lifts me up until I’m straddling him.
He walks us out of the water and places me on the ground.
“Stay with me tonight?” he asks.
I shake my head. “That’s an amazing offer, but . . .”
“But?”
“I can’t.” I close my eyes. What in the world did I just do? This isn’t me. Greer Hanson doesn’t fondle strangers on the beach. It was definitely liquid courage. The effects of the margaritas begin to slide away.
He leans in closer to me. “But I’m not done with you.”
“Oh God, Fisher . . . Patrick.Thatwas amazing. But I’m leaving tomorrow and we’ll probably never see each other again. Maybe we should just let this be what it was and not . . . what did you say before? Push our luck?”
He nods reluctantly. “The little I know about you tells me that pleading will get me nowhere.”
“You’re a smart man.”
“But what if I want to see you again?”
Ugh. Walking away from him, I ponder telling him what a hot mess I am and how he should run away from me.
I turn and notice he hasn’t kept walking with me. He’s still where I left him staring at me. I feel bad and walk back toward him. “I’m a mess, okay?” I shout over the sound of the waves. “I just went through an ugly divorce. My career is in shambles and I don’t even know who I am right now. Trust me when I say you’d be better off remembering me this way.”
“What way is that?” he asks. “Like this hot chick who played me?”
