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“Faster, Bird! My pregnant sister could out-paddle you!”
“If you can’t catch a wave, you won’t catch a Kyle!”
Andy glanced back over her shoulder to glare at the man.
The man who was now standing idly by, popping his damn pecs.
That’s it!
Hitting the brakes, Andy sat up, clenched her thighs around the board as he’d shown her, and twisted her hips. The surfboard swung about, and she paddled furiously toward her heckler.
Once again, the dude reacted quickly. Just as she hurled herself off the board, Luke’s hands shot out to catch her. Grasping her by the waist, he hauled her in close.
Andy wrapped her legs around his hips and squeezed hard. This — and the little growl that escaped her — seemed to amuse him.
“Getting cold again, Baby T-Rex?”
“No!”
“Yeah, you actually look pretty steamed.” One hand rose from her waist to her upper back. “Feeling the burn here, huh?”
“Yes!”
Luke chuckled. Which was annoying, of course, but it was hard to stay mad when he began kneading her over-tired muscles with just the right amount of soothing pressure. And also because his chest was super close to hers.
Super close and super naked.
She glanced down at his pecs, feeling a strange and overwhelming urge to sink her teeth into one. It looked really firm. Like it could withstand at least an exploratory nipple—nibble.
Her sights zeroing in on the small pinky-brown discs gracing the smooth expanse of Luke’s chest, Andy felt her own nipples pebbling against the thin fabric of her suit.
Damn it. She was getting turned on again.
“Andalise.”
That throaty whisper wasn’t helping. Or the fingers rubbing sensuous circles over her spine.
God damn it. Focus! Eyes on the prize.
“I will…” She lifted her eyes to Luke’s and swallowed, growing distracted by the look in his. A look that was heated, carnal even, but also seemed to convey a healthy dose of ‘what the hell is happening right now?’.
“You will…?” Luke prompted, gaze dropping to her lips.
He wanted to kiss her. Oh god, he wanted to kiss her.
The realization sent a startling jolt of arousal through her but also a familiar note of anxiety. Which was just the thing she needed to snap herself out of whatever lusty spell Luke’s massage skills had induced. “I will catch him, you know.”
Luke blinked, the intensity of his expression softening as he tilted his head inquiringly.
“Kyle, I mean. I will catch him.”
A smile played about Luke’s lips. He hadn’t missed the emphasis. “Wanna know what I think?” he asked, glancing towards the surfboard floating several feet from them as she nodded. “I think you can do anything you set your mind to, Andalise Rhodes.”
This hadn’t been at all what she’d expected him to say. She’d expected him to make one of his wisecrack remarks, but instead, he’d hit her with something real. Something sweet.
It was also something she’d heard plenty of times from her mom and dad over the years. But, of course, they were her parents and supposed to tell her such things. Her mother in particular — having read practically every book on raising an autistic child ever written — liked to give Andy such pep talks frequently. Maybe a little too frequently, if she were being honest.
Andy must have worn some kind of pensive look because Luke gently extricated her limbs from his torso. “I also think we’re good here for the day.”
