Reveling
in the feel of the tiny grains shifting around her feet,
Drucilla headed
straight for the water. It wasn't until she was halfway
there that she
saw him.
Her
heart, and her feet, stopped.
Her
mouth went as dry as the sand clinging to her ankles. She
didn't blink
when the soft breeze sent tendrils of her hair into her
eyes, just batted
it away so it didn't interfere with her view.
Oh.
My. God.
He
was incredible. Like some water god, he flew over the
waves. The water
glistened on his golden muscles like jewels in the fading
light. Arms
outstretched, biceps glinting as he balanced on the deep
purple surfboard.
Was he real? A figment of her lusty imagination? The
manifestation of
her every sexual fantasy? Dru's breath came in long,
labored bursts.
Her eyes watered because she was afraid to blink, fearing
he'd disappear.
Her
hands itched to touch that bare chest, to run her fingers
down the dusting
of dark hair that perfectly highlighted his well-muscled
chest. She
stared as he got closer to shore, watching him shift his
knees to a
low crouch as he rode the wave all the way to the beach.
There
was something so amazing about surfers. She'd always
imagined them to
be fearless. Able to embrace anything life handed them and
ride it to
success.
And
talk about muscle control. That was the kind of guy who
rock against-a-wall
sex and not drop the woman as she melted in orgasmic glory
all over
him.
Was
he real? Or had her sex-deprived imagination conjured up
the perfect
man to fulfill her every kinky fantasy?
About
thirty feet away, she watched him walk across the sand.
This close,
she could see how young he was. Mid-twenties at the most.
His dripping
hair fell in inky black curls around his head, his
beautiful face adding
to the image of a Greek God come to life.
He
stopped at the brightly decorated surf shop bungalow, and
she watched
him key in a code, then open the door and store his board.
His familiarity
made it obvious he wasn't a guest. Did he work at the
hotel?
Whatever
he did, he was obviously out of her league. Not that it
mattered. It
wasn't like a sweet young thing like him would have any
interest in
an almost thirty-year-old scientist with social anxieties
and repressed
sexual needs.
Needs
she'd been perfectly fine ignoring until Nikki had
gotten her all riled
up over her crazy ideas. Insane ideas. Dru had no idea how
to flirt,
how to attract a man's attention. Especially not a man
like that. No
matter what Nikki had suggested, Dru wasn't here for a
fling.
Except
here he was. The most incredible man she'd ever seen. A
man who would
definitely not stop mid-thrust, but know how to bring a
woman to a screaming
orgasm, then make her writhe and beg for more.
And
then he turned. Their eyes met. Dru's breath lodged
somewhere between
her aching nipples and her suddenly dry mouth. His gaze
holding her
captive from twenty feet away, one corner of his mouth
quirked in a
charmingly adorable little boy grin.
And
he walked toward her. Frozen in the sand, Drucilla
didn't know if she
should pull back her shoulders, stick out her chest and
smile beguilingly.
Or turn on her bare heel and run like hell.