Free Passionate Addiction by Eden Summers Page A

waiting.
    “I just can’t do it right now. I need to finish my degree. But after that…”
    He cupped her face, searching her expression, reaching into her soul to take another tiny piece of her. “You’d move for me?”
    There went her heart again, aching at his vulnerability. “I’d do anything for you.”
    A kaleidoscope of emotions flickered in his features—disbelief, awe, happiness, and then his cocky persona settled back into place, and a wide grin tilted his lips. “I might have to test that theory.”
    She raised her chin, ignoring the way he hid behind a thin veil of arrogance, and pulled the strap of her handbag higher on her shoulder. “Test away.”
     
    ***
     
    “Teach me to surf.”
    It sounded like a good test at the time—he was in Queensland, Australia, the place of the mighty surf and scorching sun. Now, he’d gone well past second guessing the profound stupidity of his suggestion. What had he been thinking? Well, he’d been thinking exactly what any guy would’ve been thinking . Gabi in a bathing suit? Rock on!
    What Blake hadn’t anticipated was the unrestrained erection tenting his swim trunks or the mass of people staring at him. Women, children, even men.
    “Just lie on the board and pretend you’re paddling.” Gabi bent over above him, her feet at the head of the board, her delicious rack tempting the unyielding shit out of him. “Then what I want you to do is, jump up—”
    “Gabi, this isn’t gonna work,” he muttered.
    Not even the discomfort of sand scratching his stomach could lessen the eagerness of his cock. He doubted an electric sander against his balls would. There was no way he could “jump up” in his current state without scandalizing the locals.
    “It’s easy. All you have to do—” She bent lower, her breasts hovering above his head.
    Yeah, get Gabi in a public place, dressed in a teeny, tiny, black string bikini. Fucking brilliant idea.
    “Gabi,” he growled and leaned on his elbows to look up at her. “If you don’t get the twins outta my face, I’m going to fuck you where you stand. You got me?”
    She stared at him wide-eyed, her tongue sliding out to moisten her curving lips. The sight alone had him squeezing his eyes closed.
    “I’m not sure about US law, but that’s totally illegal here,” she whispered with a chuckle.
    “I. Don’t. Fucking. Care.”
    Her laughter increased, and when he opened his eyes again, her taunting mounds of flesh were jiggling up and down, her nipples hard and beading against the thin material of her bathing suit.
    “You were warned.” He pushed off the board, moving to stand in a rush, and swept her off her feet.
    She squealed and swung her delicate arms around his neck. As he ran into the waves, her hold tightened, her squeal turning into demands to put her down. He ignored her until his third leg was out of view, doused by the warm Australian water.
    He concentrated on the waves. The sound of the ocean distracted him, and the hot midday sun made the tainted darkness inside him a little brighter. He’d never felt so at home. Even in a foreign country, with a woman he’d seen for the first time last night, his heart felt full.
    He’d never truly belonged. Anywhere. In high school, he’d been the poor kid with the dead-beat parents. Other students teased him about his secondhand clothes and barely wearable shoes. Close friends had been hard to come by, and even those tended to stab him in the back when he needed them the most.
    His only solace had been music, and more specifically, the music teacher who tried to steer Blake away from the wrong crowd by occupying him on lunch breaks with guitar lessons. From the first moment he held the cold wood of a bass in his hands, he’d known what he wanted to do with his life. And it took a lot of unpaid gigs and determination to get there.
    Then came Reckless Beat. The guys didn’t judge him on anything other than his ability to rock the strings. Even his position as