“Fuck,” he growled, pushing my legs wide.
“Ohh,” I whimpered. My head turned to the sound and that’s when I saw it.
The tide.
It was coming in, but I was too late.
Before we had a chance to move out of the ripping current’s path, we were both soaked by the unexpected wave. Startled I scrambled for my bikini as it drifted past me before the surf took it out to sea.
“Shit,” he murmured as we both leapt forward to save what was left of our beach site.
He cleared his throat and reached for the drenched blanket and the sunscreen. Stuffing them in the bag, he turned toward me. I was busy refastening my suit.
“Why don’t we find another beach? It looks like this one is going to wash away soon. I’ll load this stuff on the boat and we can find another spot.”
“No.” I snatched the blanket out of the bag and tried to wring some of the water out of it. “I think we should go back.”
I was instantly sorry I had snapped at Blake, but the shock of the wave seemed to whip me back into reality and back into control of my hormones. I had almost had sex on the beach. In broad daylight like an irresponsible eighteen-year-old girl. What in holy hell was wrong with me?
14
Blake
We loaded the remainder of the beach bags and cooler, neither one of us saying anything to the other. I started the small twin power engine and careened the boat back to the docks. With one eye on the nearing horizon, I tried to focus on the boats in the marina and not the ache in my cock.
I had been seconds from what I wanted. Fucking seconds.
As soon we reached the pier, I could tell she was pissed. As she walked past me to put her bags on the dock, I could see the frustration in her eyes.
“Something wrong, darlin’?”
“No.” She hauled the bags up on her shoulders.
“You sure? Because you haven’t said one word since the tide interrupted us.”
“It’s just. I just … I hate being startled. And you know, the whole thing was a surprise to me anyway,” Sierra blurted out.
“Believe me, if I could control the tides I would.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about.” She lowered her voice.
“I can take you inside right now and finish what we started.” I eyed her.
She blushed. “For what? Why? Sleeping together again? You think that’s a good idea?”
I tied off the boat and stepped toward her.
“One of my favorite things to do.” I winked.
She slapped at my bare chest. “Shut up. Just take your sexy smile and winking and that body and shut up, Blake.”
My eyebrows rose high. “You have a problem with me or something?”
She dropped all the bags. “I do. A big problem.”
“Then let’s hear it. What is it? What is it I’ve done to the high and mighty Sierra Emory?”
“That.” She pointed, her eyes an icy blue. “I knew it was there. You are mad at me. And as much as I want to believe the guy I used to be with is underneath that hot body of yours, you’re actually a huge dick. Huge.”