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Chapter Nine

Taylor

“Oh my God,”I gasp, almost orgasmically. My mouth closes around it, and I moan as I take another utterly heavenly wet bite of the fish taco.

“Are you serious right now?” I mumble around the bite at him.

West grins, taking a huge bite of his own taco. He’s just whipped these up on his grill out on the porch, and they’re the single best fish tacos I’ve ever had. Like, ridiculously good.

“Like ‘em?”

“Are you fucking for real?” I giggle. “Holy shit, West, these are insanely good.”

He grins. “Glad you like them. I could live on these things, three meals a day.”

“Um, same,” I moan, wolfing down the rest of my little taco and reaching for another. I look around as I dig into the next one, taking in the surf shack, the rack of boards and wetsuits sunk into the sand, and the little wooden walkway half buried in sand that winds through the dunes down to the big waves on the shore.

“So, this is your spot?”

“This is it, all its glory.”

“And you surf?”

I roll my eyes at myself instantly at the stupidity of the question.

“I know, I’m like a detective, right?”

He laughs. “I grew up down the shore a bit, and yeah, I’ve been in the water since I was probably three. Do you?”

A make a face. “A little?” I laugh through a mouthful of taco. “I’m not very good.”

“Want some lessons?” He winks. “Happy to teach you some things.”

I blush, instantly, at the filthy thoughts that well up to the surface in me. My dirty mind instantly goes to several things he could “teach me,” literally anytime he wants, at the drop of a hat. I think back to the things he’s taught me so far, even if he might not know he was the first to show me any of that, and my skin tingles.

My thighs clench, and heat pools between my thighs.

“Penny for your thoughts,” he chuckles, ripping me out of my fantasies.

I blush and quickly bite my lip. “Just daydreaming.”

“Looked like it,” he growls hungrily. “Dirty girl.”

I gasp, blushing and feeling the heat tingle over me. I freaking want this man, in every conceivable way, and it’s so powerful it almost scares me.

“I was talking about surfing,” he chuckles. “What were you thinking about?”

“Surfing,” I answer, very, very quickly.

He rolls his eyes. “Spill it.”

“No way,” I giggle, stuffing the rest of my taco into my mouth. “Let’s go surfing.”

Only it probably sounds more like muffled incoherent mumbles through the taco.

“Want to go now?”

I blink in surprise. I was just trying to move past me embarrassing myself, but it also sounds super fun.


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