Perfect for the Beach

by Lori Foster

  But she was so tight, narrow, her sex similar to the rest of her slim body in that regard. She was squeezing him with trembling muscles, accepting him more fully as she pushed farther, gripping his chest until her clitoris was pressed against him, pulsing.

  Kyle fought not to move, to let her continue to lead, and marveled at how beautiful, how flushed she was. Sara bit her lip and stroked up and down, never really going that high, but letting him fill her more fully each time.

  One, two, three strokes, her hands stealing back up to her breasts to cup her nipples, and at the sexy sight of that, Kyle couldn’t do it. He couldn’t just lie there and take it anymore—he wanted his turn. He had to take her.

  In one swift motion, he sat up and turned her so she landed flat on her back, his hand behind her, protecting her bare flesh from the hard floor. Green eyes stared up at him, stunned.

  They were still joined, but barely, and he restrained himself for another second, swallowing hard. He said, “Pretend this is romantic, Sara. Pretend we’re lying on the hot sand and the sun is setting behind us.”

  But she shook her head. “I don’t need to pretend. I like it just the way it is. Can’t you tell?” She licked her lips. “Make me come again, Kyle. Please.”

  As if she needed to beg. “Gladly.”

  Kyle nudged just a little deeper so he wouldn’t slip out, drawing a murmur of approval from her. He took the soft flesh of her thigh and crossed her right leg over her left, turning her up onto her side a little, and allowing him a nice view of her rounded cheeks rising in front of him. Not to mention it spread her thighs in a way that gave him a delicious glimpse of her lips, swollen and wet, pink and ready for him, his cock poised in her opening.

  Her arms fluttered over her head, her chest rising rapidly. She whispered in excited shock, “This is different.”

  “This is good. Trust me.” Then he thrust hard, forgetting the floor was concrete, forgetting that he hadn’t meant for it to go this far, forgetting everything but the way he filled her body, the sensation so pleasurable a sweat broke out all over his body.

  This was more than good, it was unreal, and he knew that he could not let her walk away, not after she had done this to him. This shattering, possessive, gut-wrenching feeling of pleasure that ripped through his body and made him thrust harder still.

  Sara arched her back as Kyle went deep, the unexpected position giving her heightened sensation. She shouldn’t have worried about coming again. It was inevitable with him moving fast, his hands splayed on her thigh and backside, holding on as he pumped hard, and she lay there, taking it.

  There was no way to move, no need to move. With each of his movements, he slid fully into her, his torso bumping her clitoris, sending shivers through her. She felt lethargic, blissful, already sated, yet rushing toward another orgasm. Each stroke was a little rougher, a little more out of control, a lot more urgent, and Kyle’s eyes locked with hers.

  “You’re so fucking hot,” he said, jaw clenched.

  That was the look she had been wanting. The look she had come to the beach to find, a man who wanted her. He had it. That was raw, painful, desperate want, all over Kyle’s face, in each of his pushes inside her, and in the fierce way his hands gripped her hip for leverage.

  It made her come.

  Sara bunched the T-shirt underneath her as she exploded, calling out in a voice so loud they could probably hear her in Georgia. Northern Georgia. With their windows closed.

  Which made him come.

  Kyle murmured, “Shit, Sara,” before his eyes screwed up tight with his own explosion.

  She knew the feeling. As his orgasm continued to rip loose, so did hers, and they were both straining and squeezing and moaning together, the sweet smell of their desire between them, and a thin sheen of sweat glistening on Kyle’s bronze chest.

  This was worth two years of zero action. It was all gone and forgotten in a single instant of screaming satisfaction.

  Loosening her death grip on the shirt, Sara fell back, catching her breath, watching Kyle slowly open his eyes and look her over, up and down. He let go of her thigh and buttock, and stroked across her skin gently, making low growls of approval in the back of his throat. His weight was heavy resting against her, but a good heavy. Solid, man heavy.

  He made a motion to pull back, and she fluttered a hand out. “No, just stay still for a second.”

  “Whatever you say, sweet Sara.”

  His obedience wasn’t complete, though. While he kept himself firmly inside her as their breathing settled down, after a minute he moved his hand off her waist and maneuvered it between her thighs. When he stroked her engorged nub, pinching lightly, it hurt just a little but at the same time set her gasping with renewed desire. Kyle ducked his thumb down, sliding it into her alongside his penis, which was only partially erect.

  “Oh, what are you doing?” she gasped.

  It was obvious what he was doing—he was turning her on all over again. But that she could be spread sideways like this, with both him and his thumb inside her, both shocked and thrilled her.

  Kyle brought his thumb, slick from her want, back up to her clitoris and swirled over it, around and around, sliding down between her folds, teasing her, then back up again. Sara whimpered, felt him growing harder inside her, felt the unbelievable sensation of a third orgasm getting ready to rock her.

  A third.

  Her yearly quota in one afternoon.

  He bent over and blew on her nipples, hot forceful breath, and his thumb did those interesting little massage therapist moves. Stroke, stroke, pull.

  Oh God.

  Kyle couldn’t get enough of Sara. Now that his cock was swelling again, he knew he shouldn’t push his finger in there, but he couldn’t help wanting to. She squirmed, she wiggled around on the floor beneath him, she gave little sighs of approval and tried to lift her leg to spread herself wider.

  He couldn’t resist that. Didn’t want to try. Giving one last swipe over her folds, he slipped into her and slowly thrust both his half-hard cock and finger deep, gritting his teeth at the snug fit, wondering if he had gone too far. He paused to read her reaction.

  Sara trembled under him, then lifted off the ground in a shattering orgasm, answering his question in the best possible way. He started moving with languid strokes, watching her cheeks pinken with exertion, her eyes unfocused and dark, her breasts firm little mounds turned invitingly toward him.

  “What was that for?” she said after several long seconds. She settled back down, pulling a stray strand of hair out of her mouth.

  “I just wanted to watch you come again.”

  She smiled, lying limp. “Did I look the way you wanted?”

  The stuff of fantasies. That’s what she looked like. And yes, he wanted.

  “Best damn thing I’ve ever seen.”

  “Kyle?”

  “Hmm?” He slowly withdrew from her, his leg muscles complaining as he eased back.

  “I like dating you.”

  Chapter Five

  Sara knew the storm was building outside, probably only getting worse as the afternoon passed, and that she should head home, but she didn’t care. She was snuggled up against Kyle’s chest, back in his T-shirt to guard against the cold, a nice dull ache between her thighs.

  Kyle was quiet, breathing steadily, staring up at the ceiling. She thought he was simply recovering like she was until he said gruffly, “I’m sorry.”

  That didn’t sound promising. She forced herself to say lightly, “For what?”

  He threw his arm up and gestured around. “For doing this here… like this. You must think I’m a total jerk.”

  “You didn’t do it alone. I had something to do with it, too, you know.” Even though her part had mostly involved lying there and exercising her vocal cords.

  Kyle kissed the corner of her eye, tickling her. “Yeah, but you deserve more. Better.”

  So the floor was hard and there a lingering smell like her brother’s gym shoe
s back in high school. It had still made her feel like a woman again. Desired.

  “It was impulsive and wild and I wouldn’t trade that for anything. Not even for candles and champagne and chocolate truffles. It was incredible.” She had no regrets, and she sure didn’t want him to have any.

  “That’s true. It was damn incredible.”

  Sara wasn’t sure what was going to happen when they left this room, and she wasn’t going to look too far ahead. Instead she was going to savor the moment while it lasted.

  She ran her fingers across his rock-solid abdomen. “Wash-board stomach.” Goose bumps rose under her touch. “Are you cold, Kyle? I can give you your shirt back.”

  “Nah, I’m not cold. Besides, then what would you wear? You can’t exactly drive home wearing nothing but bathing suit bottoms.” Kyle tugged on the bottom of the T-shirt she was wearing. “You know, there’s probably some dolphin out there wearing your bikini top, thinking she’s hot stuff.”

  Sara laughed. “Well, I hope she gets good use out of it, it cost eighty bucks.”

  “Eighty bucks? For a piece of nylon smaller than my thumb?” He pushed her gently into a sitting position and reached for his trunks. “These cost nine ninety-nine.”

  Sara watched him slip his bathing suit back on and remove her beach bag from behind them. He handed it to her, and she took it with a sigh.

  “It’s time to go, isn’t it?”

  “Yeah, I think so.” He cupped her cheek with his hand and studied her, caressing his thumb along her bottom lip. “Remember, you said you like dating me. So this isn’t over here.”

  That’s what she had said, but she had also been nearly comatose from fabulous sex. She wasn’t responsible for what she said under the influence of orgasms.

  Sara wasn’t sure she wanted to ruin this day, this moment, by seeing Kyle again. What if they went out on a real date and it was awful, or boring, or they had sex again and it was bad? Like yawning, off-rhythm, gee-is-he-done-yet sex? She really didn’t want to learn the art of faking a climax.

  Trust her to stumble across the only man in Acadia Inlet who didn’t just want a roll in the sand with a beach bunny.

  “Sara?” Kyle dug into her hair and shook her just a little. “I’m not leaving until I get your number. And I’m going to take you out on a date, then I’m going to make love to you in my bed all night long, with soft sheets and music. You want that, don’t you?”

  Lord, but he was a nice guy.

  She nodded as he brushed across her nipple. No, she’d be lying if she said she didn’t want to do this again. And again. She’d take the risk of it turning out bad because she wanted to see if this could go anywhere with Kyle. And truthfully, she didn’t believe for one second that sex with Kyle would ever be anything less than phenomenal.

  It was fear holding her back, plain and simple, fear that he would lose interest in the real Sara. But she owed it to herself and Kyle to take the chance.

  “I’ll give you my business card.” Sara reached over to where Kyle had neatly piled everything from her bag. She found her wallet and pulled out a card, fingering it a moment before giving it to Kyle.

  She bit her lip nervously as he took it, surprise on his face.

  So long Sexy Sara.

  Kyle didn’t know what he expected to see on the thick ivory business card Sara handed to him.

  He certainly didn’t expect it to read: Premier Pediatrics, Sara Davis, MD.

  “You’re a doctor?” he blurted out in disbelief. He had made wild love on the concrete floor with a pediatrician?

  “Yes.” Sara watched him, straightening her shoulders, like she’d expected his shock.

  He’d thought she might be a nurse, but hell, a doctor? He immediately felt like a giant jackass. Sara must be smart, a hell of a lot smarter than him in order to be a doctor. What was she doing screwing him in the lifeguard hut?

  His thoughts were so scattered that he said nothing. Sara turned and crawled across the floor on her knees and retrieved her bottoms. The flash of golden thigh brought him back to his senses.

  “Wow,” he said to her backside. “I’m impressed.”

  She sat down, and drew the briefs on over her feet, grimacing at their dampness. When she drew them up past her knees, Kyle went hard. He could see her cheeks pressing into the ground and a flash of dark blond curls before the suit covered them.

  “Not what you expected, huh?” Sara stood up and went over to her bag, pulling it off the ground and rummaging around putting things back in it.

  “Actually I thought you might be a nurse.”

  “Really? Why?” She looked genuinely surprised.

  “When I … twisted things.” He winced just at the memory. “You didn’t panic. You were calm, you took charge.”

  “Oh.” She pulled some rubbery looking tieback out of her bag and twisted her hair up into a big pile and secured it. Then she popped black-framed glasses on her face.

  Kyle stared at her, stunned. Glasses? She wore glasses?

  “That’s better,” she said with a sigh. “I was starting to get a headache without my glasses on.”

  Despite the fact that she was still wearing his T-shirt with no bra and those little red bottoms, she looked completely different. Serious eyes blinked at him behind those glasses. He had no trouble picturing her wearing a skirt and a white doctor’s coat.

  “I guess we should see if that tree has been cleared.”

  Kyle just stared at her, speechless. How could one woman be so sexy and so smart all rolled up in one package? And how could he ever hope to hold her interest? Hell, she must have a dozen guys dying to go out with her every single week. Why would she want him, a lifeguard who was probably responsible for a layer of skin being sloughed off her back from doing it on the fucking floor?

  He had forced her to give him her number. She clearly hadn’t wanted to. Apparently all she’d wanted was exactly what they’d done. Sex with a stranger.

  “Kyle, are you okay?” He didn’t look so good to Sara. He looked gray beneath his tan.

  “Fine,” he said curtly, and bent over to scoop up her sarong. “Here’s your skirt thing.”

  Sara felt her cheeks burn. The air between them had changed the second he had read that business card. Gone was the relaxed protectiveness from Kyle. In its place was remoteness.

  She took the sarong from his white-knuckled fingers and stuffed it in her bag. Her sandals were tumbling around in the bottom of the bag, covered in sand and a little damp, but not too bad. She pulled them out and stepped into them, hopping on one foot at a time for balance.

  Kyle reached out and held her steady.

  And when those warm strong hands held her securely, Sara knew she had made a mistake. She should have listened to Kyle and resisted temptation. She should have gone out on a date with this amazing guy and gotten to know him first.

  Because while he was an incredible lover, she could see that he would be an even better boyfriend. Thoughtful. Gentle. Loyal.

  And he would never be hers.

  Which made her want to kick out her feet, throw back her head, and wail like her little patients did when they got a needle stuck in their leg.

  Chapter Six

  Sara pulled into the parking lot of her apartment building and breathed a sigh of relief. She only lived a couple of miles from the beach, but it had been a rough drive. The wind was treacherous, tossing her car back and forth, and the rain had fallen in torrents, making visibility difficult.

  Kyle had insisted on following her in his SUV, to make sure she got home all right, and she had to admit, she was grateful. Just knowing he was behind her helped her stay calm. Now she threw open the door, stuck her beach bag over her head, and ran toward him. He was already getting out of the truck.

  “What are you doing?” she yelled, waving him back into his truck. There was no reason they should both get soaked.

  “I’m walking you in.” There was a stubborn set to his jaw that she was starting to recognize.


  “The door’s right there. You can watch me go in. I’ll be fine.” She had to shout to be heard over the wind, and rain was sluicing down her legs in icy rivulets.

  He shook his head and took her by the elbow, starting toward the door. It wasn’t worth it to protest anymore. Besides, she couldn’t see anything through her glasses, since they were covered in raindrops and a misty fog from the cooling temperature.

  Her apartment was on the first floor, and a minute later they were dripping on the beige ceramic tile in her foyer. Sara shivered, removing her glasses. “Yuck. Let me get some towels and I’ll start some coffee. It’s freezing.”

  The storm had knocked the temperature down into the low seventies, and Sara reached over behind Kyle’s back and turned off her air-conditioning. He didn’t say anything, just stood there and dripped.

  It was making her uncomfortable. She wanted him to say something, didn’t want to leave it like this between them. So she tried to joke, sticking her hands on her hips. “Why is it that when I’m with you I always wind up wet?”

  Kyle’s lips pressed together, and his eyes went dark right as she realized there could be a different interpretation to that statement. Clearly the one he was making. Her hand clamped over her mouth.

  Kyle let go with a grin, enjoying the pink that stained Sara’s cheeks. It reminded him of the Sara who had lain beneath him an hour ago, not the efficient Sara who had waved him off in the parking lot. As if he’d just leave her to fend for herself in this kind of weather.

  He said, “The rain, sweetie, that’s why you’re wet. Or did you mean something else?”

  “Well.” She licked her lips. Her nipples were hard, plastered against the once again soaked T-shirt.

  Holding his breath, he waited. In the truck on the ride over, he had decided that whatever Sara wanted to share with him would have to be enough. If she wanted sex and nothing else, he’d find a way to deal with it and hope eventually she’d want more. He just had to keep seeing her, however she wanted, because he had it bad for her.