Page 46 of Beaches and Bites


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“It’s not the surfing.” She dragged her hands down her face. “You’re here with RipTide. You’re on my beach when—” She cut herself off. “It doesn’t matter. This was fun.”

She reached for the door handle.

She thought she was done with me. I’d had her coming on my tongue so hard she’d practically levitated the whole van, and she thought she wasdonewith me.

I almost laughed.

No one ran from me.

I might look human, but what she didn’t realize was that prey that tried to run was always the sweetest catch.

“Waiiit a minute.” I grabbed her around the waist and tugged her back into my lap, nuzzling her neck, feeling the pulse of her blood beneath my tongue, and that sharp electric hum sparking against my skin. “That’s it? Not even a goodbye kiss? What are you, an ice witch?”

“Ice witch,” she repeated. “That’s original.”

“I have more.”

“Of that, I have no doubt.”

She stayed in my lap, which was a win.

“You’re here for two weeks.”

“Give or take.”

“And your people are taking over the beach.”

“That’s one way to put it.”

I realized something.

“Did you think this was more than?—”

“No,” she said immediately, turning in my arms. “You want a goodbye kiss?”

“I want a lot more than that.”

The corner of her lips twitched. “I’m sure you do.”

She grabbed my jaw and kissed me like she was the one devouring me now. But I could tell it was an ending, not a beginning. I gave her ass a tight parting squeeze anyway.

Consolation prize.

She climbed off me, fixed her swimsuit, and got the door open in one clean motion. The afternoon light spilled brightly around her, lighting up her curls like a halo.

“See you around, Chase Perez.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Selena

I walked backto my Jeep with sand in places sand should not be, my skin hot everywhere he had touched me, like a sunburn that just wouldn’t go away. But none of that mattered. My magic wasn’t just humming beneath my skin. It was buzzing, sparking, and it took everything I had to keep it under control.

The plan had worked. A little too well.

He was good.

I really, really hated that he was good.