“And here’s your wetsuit.”
I blink, coming back to the present as he pulls off his sweats. Jesus, he really does have a giant dick. No wonder my pussy is pulsing. He grins because he knows it and pulls on some black board shorts.
“Up, Alex. I’ll fuck you later.”
And those are the magic words. I’m ready to start singing I’m so happy.
“Give me five minutes,” I say, tossing the sheets off me as all thoughts of singing vanish when I try to walk straight. My legs are shaking so much I almost scream.
His lips twitch as I pass. “You need help.” Then he throws back his head to laugh as I give him the stink-eye.
“The ocean will be good for you,” he calls out as I shut the bathroom door and sink down onto his toilet seat.
“How am I going to surf?” I can barely pull on the bikini bottoms. I need to stretch. Maybe take a quick shower?
“Baby Girl.” His voice goes straight to my stomach, causing butterflies. Everything about Brett is hot, but his voice calling me Baby Girl? Well, I’m back to wanting to burst out in song again.
“Careful, Alex.” Looking at myself in the mirror, I blow out air. “Guard your heart.” I nod, then tie the top because this is a critical time right now. I cannot fall for this man. He’s my dean. And he’s not going to give up his career for you, and you’re not gonna drop out of college… so enjoy the sex, the excitement of everything that he is, but do not fall in love with him. Straightening my shoulders, I give my reflection one last look, like that’s gonna make a difference, but at least I feel more in control when I open the door.
“Wetsuit.” He stands while texting on his phone. When he glances up at me, I can tell he likes the bikini. His eyes go from a turquoise blue to a deep ocean blue when he gets excited.
“Thanks.” I grab the wetsuit and step into it, trying to look unaffected as I feel his eyes on my body.
“Jesus.” It’s way tighter than I thought. As I zip it up, my breasts almost pop out of the bikini.
“Now. There are rules to surfing.” Brett tosses his phone onto his dresser. “You need to stay quiet, watch, and listen.” His voice is sharp.
“Aye-aye.” I go to salute him but stop midway at the intensity in his eyes. “What?”
“Nothing.” He frowns as he peruses me from top to bottom.
I look down at my legs, which are bare since this wetsuit is a spring suit. Everything seems right even though I’m stuffed into this thing, and it feels like a thick layer of extra skin.
He takes my hand, and my eyes feast on his broad back. He’s tan with a sprinkle of freckles on his shoulders. My tongue tingles at the thought of licking them.
“Alex? What did I just say?” His voice snaps me out of my fascination with his tan back and up to his disapproving face.
“Um, I need to focus.” Please let that be right.
“Wrong.” His voice sounds sharp and disapproving.
We walk through the outside door and down the steps to the beach. The sand is slightly cool on my feet, the sun just now burning through the morning haze. For a moment, I’m jealous. This whole glorious landscape is his backyard.
“Take your board.” He hands me the giant board, which is way heavier than it looks.
“This is not a joke, Alexandrea. We don’t fuck with Mother Nature.” He puts his board under his arm and walks toward the water.
“What does that mean?” I ask, dragging mine.
“That this is not a joke. We respect the waves. Besides sex, surfing is one of life’s most powerful experiences.” He looks out at the ocean. “How well can you swim?”
“Well.” I look out at the waves and shiver because they looked way smaller a minute ago.
“Drop your board.” He sets his down, and I happily let go of my giant one. “Now, Curtis already waxed yours, but next time, you’ll do it.” And there goes my heart again, leaping to my throat because he said next time.
With a gasp, I breathe out, “Okay.”
He looks down at me, his hair curling a little around his ears, but I try to ignore it and make myself focus.
“The waves are small today. All I want you to do is get a feel for your board. It needs to be one with you. It’s all about balance.” I nod.
“Question?” I say, raising my hand.
He cocks his head and grins. “Yes, Alexandrea?”
“Why is my board giant-sized?”
“Because you should know bigger always feels better.” His ocean-blue eyes twinkle.
“You said to be serious.” I laugh as he reaches for me.
“I did,” he responds. “I take surfing and all things that are dangerous for you very seriously.”
He leans down and brushes my lips with his as I stand on my tiptoes, giving him more access to me. Instead, he swats my ass. I squeal.
“That’s for distracting me. Now, lie on your board, and let’s get the basics down, so you can go in the water later,” he says.
“Wait. You bragged that you were the best instructor. I want to learn how to surf today. Now, teach me.” I look down at the board. Sand sticks to the wax, already covering the humongous thing.
“As you wish. Lie on it.”
“Like this?” I lower myself, resting my elbows on the top.
“Christ.”
My eyes meet his. I smile at the sight of his nostrils flaring and his eyes caressing my ass.
“Farther down.” I squirm until he hisses, “Stop.” Then take a breath as he crouches down, his hand on my lower back.
“Lean up.”
“How’s this?” When I arch up, our eyes lock.
“Yeah, just like that, baby.” Nodding, he stands and moves in front on me. “When I say pop, I want you to use your upper body strength and your core to bring your legs under you. Don’t use your toes.”
“’Kay. Good thing I do yoga.” I grin, loving every second of this.
“You’re also limber and thin.” He walks around me and straightens my body. “I want you to launch forward. Now, pop.” And it’s like my brain is in sync with his as I obey and miraculously get up on my feet.
“Oh my God, I did it,” I shout. Looking at him, I promptly fall off onto the sand.
Brett stands, arms crossed as he watches me. And this time, I do stop breathing. I stop doing anything but stare as my body floods with liquid warmth.
“Good girl.” It’s real, and my insides light up. This man might be dangerous, and I might be in over my head, but having him look at me like this? I never want it to end.
“Again,” he demands. “And this time, plant your feet like this.” He walks to me and grabs my hips. “Look straight ahead. This foot lands here, and this one here.” His hands trail down my legs as I suck in a breath. Does he feel this? Is it just me burning at his touch?
“You feel it?” My eyes zip to his, and I wonder if I just said my thoughts out loud.
“Do you?” Planting his hands back on his hips, he growls into my ear.
“Yes.” I lick my lips, knowing he’s probably talking about my feet placement and balance, but all I can feel is this thick, magnetic pull between us.
“Good. Now lie down.” He steps back as I lower myself. “That’s it, Alex. You’re a natural.”