The woman in question was just exiting the ocean. Water cascaded down her body, showing off every curve of her athletic physique, and heat pooled in my groin. I whistled low. “Damn, she’s sexy.” Holy shit. I hadn’t reacted to a girl like this since…had I ever? Honestly, I’d been so focused on my career that I had barely dated in high school and not at all after. Even if I’d been interested, I was almost always traveling or competing.
“Wilder!” Audrey giggled, clapping her hands. “First, let me say that it’s nice to see you notice a woman as more than the competition for a wave or a friend. I was starting to wonder if you were going to die alone.”
I frowned. “Gee, thanks.” It wasn’t like there weren’t plenty of women throwing themselves at me because I was wealthy and a pro surfer, but none of them had ever sparked an interest in me. Okay, I supposed it wasn’t a huge leap for Audrey to assume I would end up alone.
“You’re welcome. Anyway, I can’t believe you don’t know who that is, you dope. There was an article about her—”
“Wilder! Wilder! Wilder!”
My attention was stolen by the next prettiest female on the beach—sexy polka dots being the first—as she came streaking through the sand and jumped into my arms. “Lana! I missed you, my little mermaid!”
“Dude! You’re back!” I grinned and held out my hand for a high-five from Kohen, Lana’s older brother, as he walked up carrying another toddler on his hip. Taylor pulled her thumb from her mouth and waved at me before reaching for her daddy.
“What’s up, my man?”
Audrey and Merrick had bought the house next to mine just after Kohen—their oldest—turned six and Lana was three. When Kohen learned what I did for a living, he begged his dad to ask me to teach him to surf.
We’d become really close over the past four years, and I made sure all of the kids were pros in the water. Taylor had been swimming since she was six months old—although it was more like floating at that age.
A blue and yellow movement caught my attention in my periphery, and my eyes slid toward it. Pretty brown orbs met mine, and my breath got stuck in my throat as the whole world shifted. Surfing was no longer the focus of my world. It was her.
She glanced at Lana in my arms, and her expression turned soft, her pink lips curving up sweetly. I planted a kiss on Lana’s cheek before passing her to Audrey because I wasn’t going to lose my golden opportunity to finally discover this goddess's identity.
My eyes swept over her from head to toe, taking in her braided hair that looked dark brown because it was wet, but I could see the hints of sun streaks that would give it light and warmth when it was dry. She was obviously strong and fit because she was a stellar surfer, but despite her slender, toned build, she had mouthwatering curves.
Her small tits were high and round and would fit perfectly in my hands and mouth. I pictured them bouncing while she rode my cock like a champion. One of my palms itched to cup her hip, to hold her steady while I wrapped her long braid around my other hand and pounded into her from behind. Then I’d squeeze her firm ass while she wrapped those endless legs around my waist, screaming my name as I buried myself in her tight heat over and over until her orgasm came crashing down on her.
Shit. Shit. Shit. I was practically on the verge of coming just from watching her walk across the sand. And my reaction was exacerbated from hours of being turned on by watching her work the waves. I clenched my fists hard enough for my nails to bite into my skin. The pain helped me wade out of the lustful fog consuming me so I could at least act semi-normal when we finally spoke.
As soon as she was close enough, I stepped forward and held out my hand. “Hello, beautiful. I’m Wilder Abrams. I don’t believe we know each other.”
Her brown eyes sparkled as she smiled, and despite the darkened shade of her sun-kissed skin, I didn’t miss the dusting of pink that appeared on her cheeks. It highlighted a sprinkling of freckles and made her look young.
Very young.
Fuck. Now that she was so close, I could see she was much younger than I’d originally guessed.
“Um, no. We don’t,” she responded, finally placing her hand in mine.
Attraction crackled between us, but when our skin touched, it exploded, and fire raced through my body. I don’t give a fuck how much younger. She’s mine.
I closed my fingers around her hand and held it firmly when she tried to pull it back. “Let’s go to dinner and remedy that,” I suggested with a warm smile.