“You can do this, Cabernet.”
The water rushes at us, and I duck underneath the spray to let her ride it. Once I see her again, she’s nearly at the beach, turning the board around to paddle back to me.
“What did I tell you, baby? You’re a natural!” I scream at her.
She laughs at me, pure joy on her face as she paddles back to me. “Wow. Okay, you’re right. That was amazing.”
“I bet you can get on your knees this time.”
She shakes her head as she laughs. “You have a lot of confidence in an uncoordinated girl attempting to surf for the first time.”
As she gets close, I pull her board right up next to mine.
“Look, you’ve got strong legs and a solid core.” I reach over for her hips, wanting to touch her skin. “Stabilize yourself here and use the muscles in your quads and abs to balance.”
She blinks up at me for a moment before slowly nodding, our lips inches apart. I squeeze her hips in my hands, leaning farther in. My fingers trace up her side, slowly finding their way to her chest. I pinch lightly over the peak of her nipple through the top of her bathing suit, and she gasps at the contact.
“You know, even though you’re supposed to be here as my assistant, I like pretending it’s more than that.”
She reaches over to grab my shoulder, taking tiny, fast breaths in.
She’s phenomenal at this role. Whoever hired her should give her an award for her performance.
“Are you going to kiss me then or what?” The waves rock our boards.
I chuckle, grabbing the base of her neck and pulling her closer, millimeters from my lips. “If you insist.”
I dive in, savoring her salty, plump lips and enthusiastic return of the kiss. She bites my lower lip, harder than I expected on the cut I’d earned last night. My hand is still around her hip, and I squeeze her flesh. My tongue is exploring her mouth, but it’s not enough. I need to be closer.
It’s just a kiss. It means nothing.
Her hand trails down to the front of my swim trunks, finding that I’m hard and ready. The touch drives me a little insane, and I jerk her body toward me.
My fingers latch on to her hair as she moans. The sound goes straight down to my dick, arousal thickening the length. Our lips break apart, my forehead pressed to hers as we gasp for air.
I need this woman now.
“Let’s go back to the bungalow,” I pant, fingers still holding on to her.
It’s like she’s the only thing keeping me sane here. If I had to watch my sister marry Garrison without the distraction of Kate’s mouth, I’d lose my mind altogether.
CHAPTER 22
KATE
“Let’sgo back to the bungalow,” Luke says, his grip tightening on me.
“Okay . . . are we done surfing?”
He pulls back to look at me.
I see the bright red blood on his lips. “Sorry, I think I?—”
“You should try getting on your knees.”
Are we still talking about going back to the hut or...
He smiles, following my train of thought.
