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Marina shook her head and grumbled under her breath. I lifted her hand and let my lips brush over her knuckles, drawing her startled eyes to mine. That was better.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s late,” she said, a bit breathlessly since I flicked my tongue out to taste her skin. “They should be heading in before dark. Not to mention it’s double overhead conditions right now. Dangerous.” She shook her head again.
“I have no idea what any of that means,” I told her with a laugh.
She smiled at me and let me tug her toward the food trucks. “It means those idiots down there should be coming in and calling it a day. Instead, they parked their trucks down there to get more surfing in as the sun is setting. If any of them end up out there once it goes down, the headlights will help lead them back to shore. Overhead conditions just mean the waves are taller than them when on the board. So, bigger waves, more dangerous, especially with low light.”
We ordered our food and took it over to a picnic table. “Isn’t that when sharks like to attack too?” I asked, taking a huge bite of my fish taco.
She laughed and poked my arm. “You’re listening to too many rumors. Though, you’re partially right.” She tossed her hair off her shoulders and picked up her own taco. “Sharks come into shallower water to feed during sunrise and sunset. Humans aren’t typically on their menu however. We’re the wrong shape.”
She took a bite and let out a moan that made me freeze, taco halfway to my own mouth. My cock jerked in my jeans at the sound.
“Sorry,” she said, blushing when she realized I was staring at her. I was more hungry for her at this point than the food.
CHAPTER5
Marina
Nothing tasted better than the food trucks around here. The street food in San Francisco was to die for. That didn’t mean I wasn’t blushing furiously, because Trip looked like he was about to set me on top of the table and devour me.Thatthought had me blushing even harder. My body gave a low thrum of approval, desire forcing me to clench my thighs together to relieve the ache between them.
Laughter and talking pulled us out of the staring contest we were having. The surfers were starting to leave the area. That made me feel better. Looking out for people in the ocean was part of my job and I’d been doing it for so long it bled over into my everyday life. That’s why I’d swerved off to the side of the road and rushed to Trip’s aid. It wasn’t an active thought, just a natural response to a swimmer—or in his case sinker—being in trouble. And look where it had gotten me. I was at the beach, eating street food with the sexiest guy I’d ever met.
“Tell me more about yourself, Trip.”
He watched people leaving the area for a few moments before he answered. “Not a lot to tell.”
“Well, I know you’re in a motorcycle club. What do you do?” I was curious about him, but he was sealed up as tight as a clam on the ocean floor.
“Bartender.” He went back to eating. “How old are you?”
“Seventeen.”
He choked on his taco and pounded a fist into his chest to get air past the food lodged in his throat.
“I’m so sorry!” I said, laughter clawing at my chest as he guzzled down his soda. “I’m kidding. I’m twenty-six.”
He shot me a mock glare. “That’s more like it. About gave me a heart attack. I’m twenty-eight.”
Good to know where his baseline morals were. I liked his teasing nature. The only time he tensed up was when I asked anything about him. I wanted to know more, and the way he closed himself off made him that much more intriguing to me. “How long does it usually take for a person to get to know you?”
One eyebrow rose on his face. “Not long, six or seven years.” He winked. “Why?”
“Every time I ask you anything you get all…tense. I’m just wondering why? What are you hiding, Trip?” My tone was teasing, but that wary look was back on his face. I sighed.
“Nothing. Just some things I don’t like sharing with strangers.”
Ouch.
“Okay. I can understand that.” And here I thought people went on dates to get to know each other so they weren’t strangers anymore.
My cool tone must have registered to him because he tried to backpedal. “Not that you’re a stranger.”
“Right.” I scooped up my garbage and went to dispose of it in the trash cans. When I turned around, I smacked right into his chest.
His hands dropped to my hips to steady me. “Easy.”
