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If this girl doesn’t get off my fucking back…
I am going to lose my shit. Sure, I was encouraging it for a few minutes because, let’s face it, she’s hot. So I figured why the fuck not? For one, it’s annoying how the interaction with these girls started. I’d like to say that my boys are idiots—because they are—but I have to blame myself too.
When we went back down to the beach after getting a drink at the Jeep, I passed my mystery girl again as she spoke to some tall, blonde dude.Fuck that.I didn’t like seeing it. So I tried to distract myself by tossing the beach ball with my guys. Until a group of blondes inserted themselves in our game. Hunter and Connor were more than happy to let them play.
“This has been fun, but can you please get off my back?”
She giggles as if I’m being silly but...I’m not. My bored look must give her a clue as she jumps down and insists on playing with us. Next thing I know, we’re tossing a beach ball with hot blondes. But none of them areher. I glance back down there, and my eyes find her again.
She’s in the water avoiding going in any farther. Like she fears something. Suddenly, a weird, anxious thought sounds through my head.What is she afraid of? Ignoring my thoughts, I turn my attention back to the game. A few minutes later, I hear a scream in the background, and my entire world shakes.
I run like hell into the water to save her. She lies motionless in it, and I freeze.
“Jake, what the hell are you doing?”
I don’t have the time to answer Hunter’s questions. I grab for her and pick her up because I’m suddenly feeling heroic. She’s limp in my arms, but damn if it doesn’t feel good to hold her.Focus, dude.
People are scrambling around me as I lay her in the sand. They’re all looking to me to come up with a solution.
What was your brilliant plan?
I don’t know CPR, so I have no fucking idea. I only have one solution to revive her, but it’s something I want to do when she’s awake.And without an audience. Sighing, I give her a few chest compressions, brush my mouth against hers, and I can feel it down to my spine. A jolt of heat shoots down to my crotch. It’s amazing how hard I can get from kissing—erm,giving CPR to—an unconscious girl. But this is my mystery girl. Nothing about her seems normal.
I pull back and see she’s still unconscious.Great, back in for round two. No fucking problem. I try to do a few more chest compressions, put my mouth against hers again and lay my hand on her stomach while doing so.She’s alive, goddammit! So why won’t she wake up?
A few seconds later, her lips start to move against mine. Surprisingly, it isn’t in protest. It’s as if she’s kissing me back with just as much passion. These plump lips just might be the death of me. The feeling is surreal. She’s oh-so responsive, moving her hands up my chest, a moan leaving these sweet lips.Fuck. Suddenly, I’m graced with those doe eyes.
She quickly pulls back, meeting my gaze. Those eyes. Those brown, piercing eyes. Dammit.Have a fault, mystery girl. Have a fucking fault.
“You saved me...” she says breathlessly.
“I did.” I probably say it more happily than it should’ve sounded. But she can’t tell. She just stares at me as if I’m some kind of puzzle.
“Thank you.” Anytime.Hell, any second.
“Jake,” I say before I can stop myself. She smiles. I smile right back.
“Leia.” Holy hell. Even hernameis gorgeous.
“Pretty name.”
She only shakes her head with that smile on her face. Then she looks down, making my face flush with heat.Please don’t see mini me down there.
“Nice abs,” she says back.Glad you think so. We have a long stare-off before she looks around.
So do I, noticing people are watching. A mixture of admiration from bystanders and confusion from my boys. I have a lot to explain, apparently. But I don’t care; this is literally the hottest interaction with a girl I’ve had.
Sometime afterwards, we’re pulled away from each other and separated into our groups. She goes back with her friends, and I go back to the boys. Even the guy from before pulls her away and starts hanging out with her. I roll my eyes. He’s probably gotten a chance to taste those lips.Those lips.
“What the hell was that? You’re a hero now?” I barely notice Hunter standing by me. He snaps his fingers, bringing me back to reality. “Are you good?”
“She tastes like Christmas...” I think out loud. I look back at her, and she’s holding hands with the guy. They are laughing about something as they walk down the beach. It’s painful to watch.
“Did you save her so you could taste her?” Brock quirks. What is their fascination with my love life? Or the lack thereof, apparently. I’m seriously screwed if I can get off on locking lips with an unconscious girl on the beach.She’s not any other girl.
“She clearly doesn’t know how to swim. Why were they making her?” I mutter to myself. I turn to a snickering Hunter. “What?”