Scoring a Holiday Match (Mr. Match), Delancey Stewart [classic novels TXT] 📗

there was always a chance it could hit you in the head and knock you out. It didn’t happen often, but it did happen.

I saw Tallulah’s board pop back up to the surface, and when she didn’t join It a second later, panic began to build like painful pressure in my chest. I stood on my board, looking for her beneath the surface, near where her board had emerged, and thought I caught a glimpse of something beneath the water. I unleashed myself and dove, and when I came up next to her board, she was already up, coughing and grasping the smooth polished surface like a lifeboat.

“You okay?” I asked her, putting a hand on her board to keep myself near.

She shook her head, still sputtering and coughing.

Worry iced my blood, made my muscles tight. Had I broken her? I couldn’t stand the thought of being responsible for dimming even one little bit of this woman’s optimism or confidence. I waited until she seemed to be breathing again without gasping.

“Okay?” I tried again.

Her face spread into that wide grin again, and she said, “I told you. I’m not okay at all. I’m fucking fantastic!”

My face split into a smile to match her own, and then my lips were otherwise engaged, as Tatllulah grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me to her, crashing her mouth into mine and tangling our tongues with an enthusiasm that had every part of my body straining toward her. I pulled her to me, our inhibitions lessened by the fact we were hidden by the rolling waves, the water all around us.

We each kept one hand on the board, but the other hands were on a mission. I explored her body, feeling the curve of her hips, the swell of her ass. I slid my hand around that perfect round, letting it drift low and pulling her into me to grind against the almost painful erection I was sporting. Tallulah’s hand explored too, sliding between us and rubbing me until I groaned with the need to get more, to feel more.

“Have you ever had sex in the water like this?” She growled into my ear, biting it as soon as she’d uttered the words that had my mind spinning.

“The wetsuits would make it pretty tough.” I had a hard time getting my suit off on dry land, and the zipper was in the back. Getting my cock free would be quite a feat, and I’d probably freeze to death in the process. “Are you saying you want to have sex with me?” I asked her. “It’s only our second date, Ms. Jeffries.”

Tallulah quit nibbling on my neck then, and pulled back to look at me. “Noah,” she said calmly. “I’m going to fuck you until you forget your own name.”

Well okay then. “I think we’re done surfing,” I told her, and together we exited the water, collected my board and headed to my car.

Chapter 12

Blow Jobs and Waffles

Tallulah

I wasn’t a complicated girl. I liked to move and live and laugh, to feel the power of my body and my soul, and being with Noah—especially being with Noah in the ocean—had ticked every box for me.

He was easygoing and handsome, athletic and genuine. And he taught me how to surf, something I knew I was going to keep doing, with or without the tall dark-haired hottie who’d given me my first ride.

The combination of adrenaline and attraction had set me off, and when I’d let my hand wander down his body to grip the very impressive length under his wetsuit…that did it.

“My place isn’t too far away,” Noah said, turning to me as we’d finished loading the boards in the back.

“Too far,” I said, nearly panting with the effort of trying to unzip my suit. The stupid zipper was behind me, and I felt like a puppy turning in circles as I tried to reach the long cord to pull it down.

Noah’s hands covered mine, and I stopped turning, staring up into those dark eyes as he tugged my zipper down my back. I peeled the suit off the top half of my body, feeling freer immediately.

“Mine?” Noah asked, turning his back to me. I reached up to grasp his zipper, and watched in fascination as planes of tanned skin and hard muscle emerged where the zipper separated down his back. He peeled it from his arms, his eyes watching me as I stared at him. And if I was feeling needy before, seeing Noah without a shirt just made me want him that much more. He left the bottom half of the suit on, and something about that was even hotter than seeing him take it all the way off.

I leaned down to pull the tight suit from my legs, but the thing was basically suction cupped to my body. I wrestled, bracing one hand on the side of Noah’s big SUV, while he watched, the smile growing as I fought fruitlessly at the thick fabric. I gave one final try to the right leg, and toppled over with the effort. “A little help?” I suggested, annoyed to see that Noah looked completely comfortable and was chuckling as he towered over me, all tall and ridiculously hot.

“Sure,” he said, and he leaned down and scooped me up. He held me against his chest for a long minute, and then laid me down in the back of his car, next to the boards. “Let me just help you with that.” As he said the words, he trailed his fingers down the side of my body, bringing goosebumps to the surface everywhere and making me shiver. We were parked near some bushes, and Noah had backed in, so the front of the car faced the parking lot where people were moving by, but the back was blessedly shielded from view. And as Noah followed his fingers with his mouth, licking and kissing down the side of my body below