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pulled back up. He jumps the waves, getting a ton of air, and doing tricks. Turning around backwards, grabbing his board as he jumps, kicking his board up behind his butt, and doing more flips.  

    After showing off for a long time, he strides out of the water, plops his wet, glistening body on top of me, and gives me a steamy kiss.  
    “What's that's for?”
    “I want you to know how I feel. And right now, I feel exhilarated.”
    “Showing off exhilarates you?”
    He grins. “Jumping the wakes and getting all that air is kinda a rush.”
    “Is there anything you can’t do?”
    “Speak French.”
    “Besides that?”
    “I can’t read your mind. You need to start telling me what you’re thinking. Even if you think I can’t handle it.”
    “I think you could handle anything,” I say dreamily.  
    Although the feel of his hard, wet body on top of mine makes me want to pretend to be an evil queen and banish him to my turret room.
    Forever.
    “So tell me what you’re thinking right now,” he says, killing my daydream of him tied to the bed.
    “I don’t think you want to know what I’m thinking.”  
    “But I do.”
    “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. What I’m thinking is that I hate you.”
    He kisses my neck, his mouth feeling cool from the ocean. “I’m lying on top of you, practically attacking you, and that’s what you’re thinking?”
    “Yeah. Do you know how many freaking times it took me before I could ride into shore? I don’t think I ever would’ve gotten it right if B hadn’t come out and helped me,” I stupidly blurt out.
    “Who’s B?”
    “Oh. Um, he’s the Keats guy. My stepdad gave me my first board, a few pointers, and then told me the best way to learn was just go out and do it. He was wrong, by the way. It’s much easier to learn what to do on shore first. Anyway, that’s how B became my first big crush.”
    “And you’re first big love.”
    “Yeah.”
    “Do you still love him?”
    “Sometimes I think I do.”
    “And other times?” he says, his eyes holding mine.
    “I think I’m falling for someone else,” I say breathlessly.
    Ohmigawd! I can’t believe I just said that.  
    Why did I say that?  
    Why would I do that to him?  
    Give him hope just to crush him in a few days.  
    God, I suck.  
    “So is there anything you've ever wanted do that you haven't been able to do?” I ask, steering the conversation back to his athletic abilities.
    He rolls over, positioning himself next to me, and looks at me with fiery eyes.  
    “There are a lot of things I want to do that I haven’t done yet.”
    “Like what?” I reply, praying it’s something like skydiving or mountain climbing.  
    “I’ve been dreaming of slowly undressing you.”
    I stop breathing for a second as my heart jumps into my throat. “Is that something you’d like to do soon?”
    He rolls me to face him, while gliding his hand downward over my hip and thigh. Then he parts my legs with his knee, putting it in the spot he does when we dance, intertwining our bodies. Then he grabs my ass and guides it even closer, my crotch now firmly pushing on his thigh.  
    “Yes, very soon. And I want to be just like this,” he says, placing his mouth on my neck. “Only naked.”
    I grab the hair at the back of his head and push his face toward me so I can kiss him.
    When his tongue takes possession of my mouth, I groan, my body purposefully pressing into his.  
    Damian yells from the water, “Dude, it’s my turn on the wakeboard. Come drive for me.”
    Aiden ignores him, choosing instead to slide his tongue across my lips.
    Then he says, “I suppose I better go.”
    I’m too breathless from the kiss to even reply. I just sort of nod.
    God, he is hot.
    And I don’t just mean the way he looks.  
    It’s that strong, almost alpha male, possessiveness that I feel when he’s determined. An electrical charge backed by godly powers.  
    Like he’s a human version of Poseidon’s triton.  
    Aiden gets