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“I’m going to give you the paddle so I can hold on to you until you can steady yourself.” His voice is serene, trying to calm me.
“Okay,” I croak out. He passes me the paddle, one hand firm on my hip. With my toes gripping the board, I place the paddle in the water. The board starts to move a bit at a time. Chase moves closer so my back is touching his front.
“You’re doing great,” he says full of encouragement. “I thought you’ve never done this before.” I pick up the paddle out of the water to move it back when a wave hits the side of the board. I lose my balance and plunge into the water ass first.
I resurface coughing and sputtering and look up at Chase. He’s laughing at me, the fucker. I’m glad he finds me amusing.
“Let me help you up,” he says chuckling. I glare up at him. He bites his lip to stifle further amusement and adopts a serious face. “Take my hand.” I swim back to the board, and with ease, he lifts me onto the board and into his arms. He holds my face with both hands and gazes down at me. “Are you okay?” he asks, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.
“Yes,” I mutter petulantly.
“Why don’t you stand behind me with your hands around my waist? I’ll paddle,” he suggests. That sounds like a good idea. I make my way behind him. It isn’t an easy task. The board is moving with the waves, and I don’t want to lose my balance again. Holding on to his waist, I turn and move my feet to the other side of the board. I plant my feet firmly on the board, thread my arms between his, and lock my fingers around his stomach.
He takes the paddle and starts to move. The way the muscles in his back and arms flex and extend makes my heart beat faster than it is already. His physique is amazing. My arms are tight around his waist, and his abs are rock hard. I lean against his back and close my eyes. The sound of his breathing has a calming effect, and I almost forget I am in the middle of the ocean.
“You okay back there?”
“Yeah, perfect.”
“Have you had enough yet?”
“Yes,” I answer far too quickly. He chuckles and paddles on one side of the board to turn it toward shore. “As much as I enjoy you hanging on to me for dear life, you need to let go now.”
I let go, steadying myself with my hands on his hips. When he gets closer to shore he jumps off the board, leaving me standing there trying to keep balance. Chase hooks an arm around the front of the board and pulls me in toward shore.
I crouch down into a squatting position then sit Indian style on the board while he tows me in to the beach. I scoot off the board into the surf and wade back toward shore, Chase carrying the board behind me. I grab my towel and lay it down on the sand. I flop down face first. That was exhausting!
I turn my head to see Chase place the board down in the sand. He grabs his towel and sits down next to me.
“Did you have fun?” He’s mocking me, the bastard.
“Sort of,” I reply. “Once you started to paddle.” I turn so I am lying on my side, my arm under my head.
“Yes, you were really holding on weren’t you,” he says in jest, a giant smile on his beautiful face. I can’t help but to grin back.
“You let me fall,” I complain.
“I wasn’t going to let anything happen to you.” Leaning towards me, he brushes some sand off my cheek. He moves so he’s lying next to me. He leans up on one elbow, gazing down at me. His other hand moves a tendril of hair that fell in my eyes. He bends and plants a sweet kiss on my lips.
I lean up toward him, and we kiss, our tongues caressing each other, passionate and needy. I run my fingers through his wet unruly hair. He groans deep in his throat, causing my breath to quicken.
He breaks off and moves closer, his hand still behind my head in my hair sending tingles all over. He tugs my earlobe in his teeth, and I moan softly. Trailing kisses from the back of my ear to my chin, he finds my mouth again. He kisses me sweetly, slowly. Stopping, he gazes down at me breathless. I am a quivering mess. “We can continue this later,” he breathes. Nooooo! I would fuck him right here on the beach, not caring if anyone watched. I lose all self-control when I am around him.
Staring up at him, I try to get my breathing under control. He smiles, and I’m lost again.
He quickly stands up, running his fingers through his hair. Helping me up, he pulls me close and kisses the top of my head. “Drinks tonight?” He is pure seduction. I nod in agreement, still swooning. “Seven o’clock okay?”
“Yes,” I whisper. He grabs his board then walks down the beach back toward his house. Sweet Jesus.
I fall back on the sandy beach a hot mess. I lay looking up at the puffy cumulous clouds still reeling. I can’t get over the fact that this man, this gorgeous, sexy, hot as fuck man, wants me. There are a zillion other girls on this beach, and he wants me. And boy, do I want him. My head is spinning with the idea. I should go back to the house so I can take a nap. I have a feeling I’m going to be up late tonight, and I can’t wait.
It’s six thirty when Brenda and I finish up dinner. I’m getting ready to go over to the Casino, but I’m all fidgety. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. Maybe it’s the way Chase was touching me today. It was so sexual, erotic even. It got me all hot and bothered. Evan never touched me like that. Evan never made me feel like that. This is all new to me, and I like it. A lot.
I make my way down the walk toward the bar. I have wedges on so I don’t want to walk too fast. It is gorgeous out tonight, full moon shining bright over the ocean. It’s picturesque, like a painting. I make my way up the steep steps that take me to the bar.
It’s pretty crowded for a Tuesday. Oh, crap! Karaoke night! There is nothing I loathe more than karaoke. There isn’t enough alcohol behind the bar to get me to stand up there and sing. I never understood the fascination with drunken singing. I mean, most people are bad enough when they’re sober. As long as we sit outside, we should escape unscathed.
It’s just before seven, and I haven’t seen Chase yet. I get a drink from the outside window and look around. Most of the crowd is inside, thank the Lord. I make my way over to the ocean side of the deck, lean on the railing, and wait. And wait. And wait. Where is he? I make my way inside the bar, seeing if he might be waiting there. I scan the room, and although it’s packed, I don’t see him. It’s now seven fifteen, and he’s not here.
