Page 97 of After You Returned

“Boards. Plural. Because one surfboard will never be enough.”

“I’m glad you understand.”

She twirls around. “You could make this into a beach retreat. You practically have a kitchen already. All you need is a bed and a sofa.”

I stalk toward her until we’re close enough to touch. “And what would I do with a beach retreat?”

She bites her bottom lip. “I can think of at least one thing.”

I nudge her bottom lip free from her teeth. “Only one thing?”

She shrugs. “One thing that has several different acts.”

“Several different acts? Do you mean this?” I glide my thumb over her nipple. It hardens and she gasps.

“Yes. Definitely yes.”

“Hmm… I think this experiment is better conducted without clothes.” I grasp the hem of her t-shirt. “Arms up.”

“Nope.”

I lift a brow. “Nope?”

She waves a hand over my body. “I want something pretty to look at.”

I growl. “I’m a man. I’m not pretty.”

She giggles. “Is handsome better?”

“I prefer sexy.”

“Fine.” She sighs. “Sexy.”

I retreat a step. “Your wish is my command.”

I whip off my t-shirt and throw it on the ground before pushing my jeans down my legs with my boxers. My cock jutsout – hard and ready – aiming for Hazel – the object of its desire.

“Satisfied?” I ask once I’m completely naked.

Her nose wrinkles. “I was hoping for a show.”

“Don’t you worry. I’ll give you a show.” I stalk toward her. Her eyes widen as she rakes her gaze over my naked body. She licks her lips as she stares at my cock.

“Keep it up and this won’t last long.”

She flutters her eyelashes. “Keep what up?”

“Tease,” I mutter before lifting her t-shirt up and over her body, revealing her breasts straining against a white lacy bra. I glide my finger along the edge of the bra. “Pretty.”

“Me or my bra?”

“You. No contest,” I murmur before tracing the trail of freckles across her chest with my tongue. She clutches my shoulders and yanks me closer. I chuckle against her skin. Hazel has never had a hard time making it clear what she wants. Even when we were young, dumb teenagers, she knew what she wanted.

I unhook her bra and drag it down her shoulders before letting it fall to the ground. “This freckle is my favorite,” I say as I kiss a large freckle right above the curve of her breast.

“You’re obsessed with my freckles.”

I lift my head to meet her gaze. “I’m obsessed with everything about you, Blaze. Your body. Your intelligence. Your inability to ignore a challenge. Your fight to create a career for yourself despite your dad’s wishes. You amaze me.”