Hating You, Loving You (Inked Hearts 4)

I can't have her.

She picks up the board and hugs it to her side. "You're still dressed."

"You want a show, sunshine?"

She sticks her tongue out.

"You flatter me." I roll my hips as I bring my hands to the bottom of my t-shirt. Slowly, I peel it over my head. Toss it next to her pile of clothes.

She raises a brow really?

Hell yes. I do my best hip thrust. Make a show of unzipping my jeans and sliding them off my hips.

She laughs as I turn, bend over, shimmy the jeans down my legs.

"Oh God. You're…" Her breath catches. "You're not wearing that."

"But I am." I turn to her. Snap the waist of my Speedo. "Aren't you used to seeing me in this?"

"I've blocked it from my mind."

Bullshit. She's held onto it tightly. Thought of me the way I thought of her. But there's no sense in pushing her.

It's only going to make me want her more.

And I don't need the blue balls.

"Are you coming or what?" She turns toward the ocean. Watches tiny waves crest, foam, roll into the sand.

I follow her across the sand.

Even with the board, she's fast.

She squeals as her toes hit the water. "Fuck. That's cold."

"Not too late for a wet suit."

She shakes her head no way as she runs into the water. She shrieks as a wave hits her waist. "God. I… Fuck it." She sets the board on the water. Grabs the leash. Dives in headfirst.

When in Rome…

I do the same.

Fuck. That's freezing. But tolerable.

When I surface, she's already on the board, paddling into the surf.

She presses herself up to go over a cresting wave.

Fuck, is this a nice view. Every inch of her is on display. Her strong legs. Her tight ass. The folds of her cunt.

My cock stirs. I tell it to calm down, but that's a fruitless endeavor. My head is already filling with thoughts of bringing her home and stripping her out of that wet swimsuit.

"You coming?" She turns her head to look back to me.

At this rate, yeah. I dive under the water. Think of work and surfing technique and my brother erasing my existence from his mind if I do fuck Chloe.

None of that helps. But the cold water is enough to temper the heat building inside me.