current crashing over their entwined legs, knocking her out of her daze.
“Fuck.” Jack sprang to his feet, hauling her with him.
Damn. Not only did she have sand in her hair, now her jeans were wet too. What a way to break the spell of the moment. Stupid Pacific Ocean and its arctic stream .
Jack glanced at her, his mouth curved into what looked like a suppressed smile. “Let me take you home,” he said.
Tori headed for his bike. “Don’t try too hard not to laugh at me, but if you do, I hope you choke on it,” she said over her shoulder, smiling.
The cool ocean breeze carried his laugh, enveloping her in its warmth.
She slipped on her boots and secured her helmet, watching him approach. She sighed. Dammit. Why does he have to look irresistible? He’d never been bad looking. Gosh no. He’d always been just quite the opposite. Tori could regret her ill-doings all she wanted, but nothing would ever take back or fix what she’d done. She’d regret it forever.
* * * *
Jack took a different route on their way back. He was glad for the cold wind blowing through his skin. Tori took his jacket, trying to keep warm after getting her pants wet with cold water. If it hadn’t been for that, he would’ve taken her right there on the sand. In hindsight, it’d been a good thing he hadn’t, because with his luck, he didn’t doubt the beach patrol would’ve caught them. He’d known he’d missed her, but he hadn’t realized just how much until he kissed her. What’s happening to me? He made a right turn into a residential street and went up a hill.
“I thought you were taking me home,” she said at his back.
He turned left and the doors to a driveway parted open and let them in. “I am.”
“This isn’t my house.”
Jack rode the distance to the house. “I said I’d take you home. I never said whose home.” He stopped in front of his garage and killed the engine.
Her silence told him she was wondering why he’d taken her to his place instead of hers. Jack hadn’t given it a second thought because all he wanted was to spend more time with her.
“Come on. Let’s get you out of those clothes.” He grabbed her hand and guided her inside his place.
She glanced around his house. “So, this is your weekend home. Just what exactly is it you do?”
He led her up the stairs to the master bathroom. “I tell people what to do.”
“Thank you for reminding me why I didn’t like you in college.” She gave him a side-glance. “You’re such a smart-ass.”
He yanked her hand back and pushed her against the wall. He placed his hands on either side of her, trapping her in. “That’s it? My smart-ass ways?”
Tori looked at him, parting her lips to speak except no words came out. She angled her head, ready to kiss him.
He leaned forward, his mouth a breath away from hers. He’d kiss her all right, but not yet. Instead, he touched the tip of his nose to hers. “A warm shower is in order.” He twisted around to turn the handle.
Next, he removed his boots, then straightened to his full height, stripping off his T-shirt. He cast a glance at her, holding her gaze.
Tori narrowed her eyes at him and kicked off her boots. She wriggled from her shirt, followed by her bra, and dropped both at her feet.
He grinned. When it came to Tori, everything was a challenge. Jack unzipped his jeans and pulled them and his boxers down, baring his erection. Her hot gaze slid across his body, lingering on his shaft, which was standing proudly at attention. He kicked his jeans to the side. “Are you going to stand there?”
She lifted her gaze. “Maybe I’m enjoying the view. You got a problem with that?”
“Take your clothes off, Tori.” If she didn’t, he would help her out of them if he had to. Standing there naked, not moving, took all his will power. His body burned to hold her, his cock ached to be inside her, but he wouldn’t touch her until she was completely naked.
She remained still for a moment,
“Fuck.” Jack sprang to his feet, hauling her with him.
Damn. Not only did she have sand in her hair, now her jeans were wet too. What a way to break the spell of the moment. Stupid Pacific Ocean and its arctic stream .
Jack glanced at her, his mouth curved into what looked like a suppressed smile. “Let me take you home,” he said.
Tori headed for his bike. “Don’t try too hard not to laugh at me, but if you do, I hope you choke on it,” she said over her shoulder, smiling.
The cool ocean breeze carried his laugh, enveloping her in its warmth.
She slipped on her boots and secured her helmet, watching him approach. She sighed. Dammit. Why does he have to look irresistible? He’d never been bad looking. Gosh no. He’d always been just quite the opposite. Tori could regret her ill-doings all she wanted, but nothing would ever take back or fix what she’d done. She’d regret it forever.
* * * *
Jack took a different route on their way back. He was glad for the cold wind blowing through his skin. Tori took his jacket, trying to keep warm after getting her pants wet with cold water. If it hadn’t been for that, he would’ve taken her right there on the sand. In hindsight, it’d been a good thing he hadn’t, because with his luck, he didn’t doubt the beach patrol would’ve caught them. He’d known he’d missed her, but he hadn’t realized just how much until he kissed her. What’s happening to me? He made a right turn into a residential street and went up a hill.
“I thought you were taking me home,” she said at his back.
He turned left and the doors to a driveway parted open and let them in. “I am.”
“This isn’t my house.”
Jack rode the distance to the house. “I said I’d take you home. I never said whose home.” He stopped in front of his garage and killed the engine.
Her silence told him she was wondering why he’d taken her to his place instead of hers. Jack hadn’t given it a second thought because all he wanted was to spend more time with her.
“Come on. Let’s get you out of those clothes.” He grabbed her hand and guided her inside his place.
She glanced around his house. “So, this is your weekend home. Just what exactly is it you do?”
He led her up the stairs to the master bathroom. “I tell people what to do.”
“Thank you for reminding me why I didn’t like you in college.” She gave him a side-glance. “You’re such a smart-ass.”
He yanked her hand back and pushed her against the wall. He placed his hands on either side of her, trapping her in. “That’s it? My smart-ass ways?”
Tori looked at him, parting her lips to speak except no words came out. She angled her head, ready to kiss him.
He leaned forward, his mouth a breath away from hers. He’d kiss her all right, but not yet. Instead, he touched the tip of his nose to hers. “A warm shower is in order.” He twisted around to turn the handle.
Next, he removed his boots, then straightened to his full height, stripping off his T-shirt. He cast a glance at her, holding her gaze.
Tori narrowed her eyes at him and kicked off her boots. She wriggled from her shirt, followed by her bra, and dropped both at her feet.
He grinned. When it came to Tori, everything was a challenge. Jack unzipped his jeans and pulled them and his boxers down, baring his erection. Her hot gaze slid across his body, lingering on his shaft, which was standing proudly at attention. He kicked his jeans to the side. “Are you going to stand there?”
She lifted her gaze. “Maybe I’m enjoying the view. You got a problem with that?”
“Take your clothes off, Tori.” If she didn’t, he would help her out of them if he had to. Standing there naked, not moving, took all his will power. His body burned to hold her, his cock ached to be inside her, but he wouldn’t touch her until she was completely naked.
She remained still for a moment,
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