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“Hey, you,” Adelaide greeted him warmly as he looked up, the smile in her voice matching the sweet tilt of her lips upward. King swallowed, his eyes doing a slow lap down the length of her body. Damn. She was fine. Dressed in a simple white singlet and purple knee-length yoga pants paired with beat-up sneakers, she was radiant. Leaning in, he hugged her and breathed in the vanilla scent of her shampoo. Her waist was tiny in his big hands. Need flared inside him. The desire to pull her close and press their bodies together, to take her lips in a kiss that would undoubtedly go from zero to scorching in a millisecond was tempered only by the fact that they were in far too public a setting.
“Hi, beautiful,” he greeted her, Adelaide’s eye-crinkling smile at his compliment warming his insides. He motioned to the bikes and said, “I thought we could go for a ride along the beachfront. The gym I go to is right on the beach just south of the mall and they serve great coffee there. I thought we could stop in there before moseying back. You up for it?”
“Absolutely.” She stepped forward, hooked her arm around his, and pressed herself against him. He loved how she did that. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing herself. She went for whatever she wanted. As much as her beauty had drawn his attention, it was her vitality and confidence that had wound around him like a vine creeping up a tree, holding him tight.
She pressed her lips to his and his body came alive, nerve endings singing with the attraction ping-ponging between them. Soft and pillowy, her lips tasted of strawberry lip gloss, her breath minty fresh. He wanted more. But his far-too-sensible nature held him back. “This is perfect. I was excited when you said we would be doing something outdoors. The only thing I’ve done outside of late is mow the lawn. It’s so overgrown.”
He blinked and cleared his throat. “Do you mow the lawn often?”
“All the time,” she groaned. “It’s out of control. Wild at the moment. Hell, I’d do almost anything if I could find somebody to do it for me.”
King bit back a laugh. He knew damn well the grass she was talking about, but he couldn’t resist the urge to tease her. Either that, or his brain had taken a backseat to his traitorous dick—that bugger was more than happy to misinterpret her words. “I could come over sometime,” burst out before he could bite his tongue, and then he kept digging that hole, adding, “Maybe I should do some push-ups or squats beforehand. You know, get the blood pumping.” He unsuccessfully tried to stifle his smile again. A laugh bubbled in his chest, but he swallowed it down.
“No, save your energy. You’d need it to get through my patch.” She stilled, her gaze shooting to his before her cheeks flushed a lovely pink. She opened her mouth to speak, but a laugh tore from her lips instead. “Oh. My. God. Did I just say that?”
King snorted, his chuckle breaking free until they were both breathless with laughter. He tucked an errant piece of hair behind her ear and nodded before wrapping his arm loosely around her waist. He kissed her forehead, his lips lingering against her soft skin.
She buried her face in her hands, protesting with a squeak, “I meant actual grass. The stuff that grows in my backyard.” She groan-laughed again. “Green, overgrown, full of weeds. Grows on the ground. In dirt. That grass. Not that grass.” She fanned her face, her cheeks flaming and her eyes watering with the tears of laughter rolling down her face. “Just kill me now.”
“So that’s no to push-ups?” he teased.
“I mean, hey, if you want to entertain me by doing push-ups, I’d gladly watch. As long as you’re shirtless, and maybe not wearing pants either. But there won’t be any mowing of my grass. My… grass… is perfectly maintained. No need for any trimming.”
“That’s… important.” He hooked a finger under her chin and tilted her face up to his, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Just a brush of his to the corner of her smile, tasting the salty tears that had tracked down her cheeks. He bit down his groan and resisted the urge to deepen the kiss. When her breath caught, King nuzzled her nose, their lips only a hair’s breadth apart. God damn, he wanted her.
As if sensing his struggle, Adelaide pulled back. “Should we ride?” she asked, with a wiggle of her eyebrows. “Hop on and go hard.”
“Oh, so now you’re teasing me?” he growled playfully, nipping her lobe. “I can go all day, you know. Last the distance. Keep pushing until you’re soaked and begging me to let up.” His words, whispered against the smooth skin of her throat, left a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She shivered and rested her hand on his belly, her thumb teasing the waistline of his shorts. He froze. Every muscle in his body went rigid. Locked tight. His erection throbbed.
Man, if he didn’t settle down, he was going to come in his pants like a randy teenager.
“Let’s put a pin in this until we can get somewhere a little more private. But until then, I want you to know that I’m game.” She pulled back, ran her gaze down the length of his body, her eyes snagging at the unmistakable bulge in his shorts and sucked in a breath. “Yeah, definitely game.”
Just that thought, the knowledge that she wanted him, maybe as much as he did her, sent him rocketing to the edge of sanity. Instinctively, he reached down, clamping his fingers around the base of his cock, bringing him down from the precipice. He needed a distraction, or he’d embarrass himself spectacularly right there on the esplanade in the centre of Surfers Paradise.
Adelaide huffed out a laugh and added, “We should at least go on this date.”
He nodded, mute, and still struggling with getting his body under control. She did things to him no other person had done before.
They clipped on helmets and started their ride, King almost going cross-eyed with the pressure of the seat between his legs. Long and narrow, it pushed against his sac and the base of his cock. His erection bent with the push and pull of his shorts from each rotation of the pedals, the material of his snug underwear feeling like a caress against his sensitive skin every time he moved. He set an easy pace along the flat path—one that wasn’t too punishing on his trapped dick, and hoped that it got easier as they went along.
With wide beaches and sparkling white sand on his left and the famous high rises on his right, King emptied his mind. He concentrated on the wind on his face, sunshine on his arms, and the captivating woman next to him.
“I don’t think us locals enjoy this place as much as we should,” Adelaide remarked after a few minutes. “I rarely even come this way.”
“I used to be the same, but I’ve been here a lot over the last couple of years. I usually surf just north of here and try to ride from my place to the gym and back a few times a week.” It was a twenty-kilometre round trip—a decent effort that always left him pumped.
“You’re super active. I’m impressed.”
If he wasn’t mistaken, the look she flashed was one of pain. More of a wince than anything. “I try to be. It helps keep me balanced,” he replied hesitantly. “Is that an issue?”
“Only if you expect me to be able to keep up with you.” She laughed with a distinct self-deprecating air. “I’m so not fit. I wish I was, but I fell out of sporty activities when I was like fifteen and didn’t take anything else up. Suddenly, I’m in my twenties and I don’t even know how to go about joining something other than a gym.”
“Believe me, I didn’t do it voluntarily. It’s taken me a long time to enjoy exercising and what I do is mostly solitary, so it’s hard to stay motivated sometimes.” He didn’t tell her that his motivation had been a panic so enveloping that he’d sometimes felt like he was drowning.
“Hmmm,” she hummed. He wasn’t sure if it was one of those I-know-you’re-not-telling-me-something sounds or agreement, but he hesitated in offering more. Insecurity was a bitch.
They were quiet for a time when Adelaide asked, “So who were the students that recommended we see the band tonight?”
