Free Ethan by Rian Kelley Page B

not two feet between them and facing a quickly descending sunset. Yellows and oranges had made room for pinks and lavenders. He never got bored looking at the sky. Even when it was a pale shade of blue with not a cloud in sight, he could drift for hours gazing at nothing, and yet everything.
    His thoughts were interrupted when Shae bent over her board, scooped a handful of water, and tossed it at him. It sprayed his face and rained down on his shoulders and chest. She smiled at her achievement.
    “What was that for?”
    “You went somewhere really deep,” she said. “And we’re out here to have fun.”
    He kicked his feet and moved closer to her, so that their boards bumped, their legs rubbed, and her eyes snapped with awareness.
    “You want to chase away those thoughts?” He let his gaze skim over her thighs, toned and clenched around her board and couldn’t stop the image from exploding in his mind—Shae atop him, her knees clenched around his hips, her breasts swaying in his palms. Damn he wanted inside her. “I know what will work.”
    He lifted his gaze slowly. Her stomach, that small swell that tempted him, quivered and he didn’t think it was from a chill. Her skin glowed under the radiance of the setting sun. He watched her nipples pucker against the top of her swimsuit. Her lips parted. Her eyes grew slumberous.
    “I’m sure you do,’ she murmured.
    The water was warm and the air was cooling. Sunset was a reality, indigo chasing the pastels from the sky. And her closeness was doing crazy things to his body. 
    His chest tightened, so that he became aware of each breath he drew.
    His skin heated so that the salty air carried a chill.
    And his cock had again grown deaf to his pleas of reason.
    He closed the space between them, seeking the soft skin of her neck. She tasted of the ocean. He inhaled a mix of salt and sweet—some kind of flower scent still in her hair, on her skin. He brought his hand to rest against the small swell of her stomach, his fingertips trailing lightly along her curves and she shuddered in response. When he tugged gently on her piercing, her spine arched and he smiled into the sensitive skin beneath her ear.
    “You’re purring,” he said.
    “You’re stroking,” she returned, as though her response was a no-brainer.
    “I like it. A lot.”
    He lifted his head, took a quick peek at the waves rolling toward them, and then stroked her lips with his tongue. “Let me in, Shae.”
    She opened and her palm flattened against his abs, her fingers splayed lower so that they played with the waistband of his trunks , dipping beneath to stroke through his coarse hair. His muscles contracted. His breath thinned. She plunged her tongue into his mouth. No preamble, no hesitation, a woman intent on a full give and take. His heart kicked into staccato and the pressure at the base of his cock built relentlessly. Ethan would have thrown her back on the board and mounted her then and there if they’d had even the slimmest chance of making good on the deed before they were clobbered by the waves.
    Her hand moved lower, over his trunks, and her thumb found the head of his cock and traced the scalloped edge. Passion slammed into him. He lifted his hand and palmed her breast and the sweet weight of it curled through him.
    He pulled away so he could whisper against her lips, “We need to take this home.”
    “Hmm, maybe,” s he returned.
    He felt her mouth open in a sexy grin and he laughed at her obvious play for duplicity.
    “I don’t think it’s up for question.”
    “Okay then, definitely.” She lifted her foot and braced it against his board. “But until then, we’d better keep our distance.” She pushed off and the space between them widened.
    He’d never had sex on his board, drifting between waves. Lots of guys had, and had lived to brag about it. It just wasn’t his thing. So why were images of exactly that taunting him?
    “You ever sealed the deal out here?”
    She chuckled