Free Delicious Do-Over by Debbi Rawlins

regretted his was scratchy from working on his new board design, but she didn’t seem to mind. “Say we walk for half an hour, talking, and we’re starting to like each other more. We stop and I put my arms around you.” The gearshift was in the way. “Wanna get out of the car for a better look at the bay?”
    “Sure.” She frowned a little. “But what does this have to do—?”
    “Ah.” He held up a finger. “Don’t be impatient,” he said and climbed out of the Jeep.
    Her lips pursed, she slipped out of the passenger side, and warily met him where he waited, leaning against the hood, his legs spread.
    He pulled her close and looped his hands around her waist. She tilted her head back to look up at him, and he felt the quickening of her heart against his chest, echoing his own. “This feels nice. Agreed?”
    She slowly nodded, a smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. “I thought we were going to get a better look.”
    “We will, but I’m trying to give you an analogy here,” he said with a straight face. “Okay, at this point we’ve decided to get our hair wet, swim a few laps.” He lowered his head, allowed his mouth to lightly brush hers, lifted and then settled again more firmly. He moved his head, just enough to assert more pressure and coax an opening. She trembled a little, which only made him impatient to sample more than her lips, but he stuck to the lesson plan.
    With the tip of his tongue he teased and tasted until he knew she was ready, and then slid his tongue inside, slowly, making a thorough sweep, showing her how much he wanted her, yet letting her know that they were just getting started.
    Before he got ahead of himself, he stopped and set her at arm’s length.
    She gazed up at him with wide startled eyes, her lips damp from his mouth. “What’s next?” she asked in a breathy voice.
    “We like swimming. It’s fun, but the waves have kicked up and we see some other people bodysurfing,” he said, his own voice huskier. “And we think, hey, that looks like fun.” He shot a look down Kalanianaole Highway. So far no cars had sped by them but they were still too much out in the open. “Come here,” he said, taking her hand and leading her to an outcropping of black lava rock.
    He found a portion of the cliff that wouldn’t scratch the hell out of his back yet still offered a modicum of privacy. Below them about fifty feet, the waves crashed against the rocks. She glanced down, but didn’t seem bothered by the height or the turbulent water. He positioned them a safe distance from the edge, his back to the rock wall.
    “The swimming was nice, and in fact, we’ll do more of that,” he said, trying to keep a straight face when she looked at him as if he’d been underwater too long, his brain deprived of oxygen. “But it’s time to try bodysurfing. You with me?”
    “You’re crazy. You do know that, right?”
    Grinning, he found the hem of her tank top and slid both hands beneath the fabric.
    She jerked back, glanced over her shoulder, tried halfheartedly to push him away.
    “We’re fine.” He cupped both breasts, easily zeroing in on her already hard nipples through the bra. “Hmm, we like bodysurfing,” he said, sliding his fingers inside the silky cups.
    Lindsey let out a shaky laugh. “You’re seconds away from a straitjacket.”
    He rubbed his thumb across the hot beaded flesh, his body tightening with need. “Bummer, that would seriously put a kink on bodysurfing.”
    “Rick, we shouldn’t—” Her lashes briefly lowered, and she made a soft whimpering sound as she moved against his fingers.
    He pushed up her top, slid the cup aside and took her nipple into his mouth. He suckled deeply, nibbled lightly and then rolled his tongue over the rosy nub. She tensed, then murmured something about a car coming. He’d checked. They were in the clear, especially with the Jeep shielding them from passing traffic.
    But he cooled it anyway, forced himself to tear his