more.
I aimed the front toward a choppy section ahead. Huge swells were forming, but if I hit it at the right time, we would soar right over it and we would get some air that Tia would remember forever.
Engines roaring, leaning forward, we struck the wave. As we hit, the impact crashed into us, jostling me around. Tia's grip on me weakened. Her fingers slipped. My stomach plummeted when her hands completely unlatched.
I knew she hadn't made it. I landed alone. I spun around in a hurry.
Be okay, be okay. Frantic thoughts raced to the surface. I knew there was little chance for anything serious to happen to her, but I still worried. I panicked.
Seeing her arms flailing above the surface, I dove from the jet ski and swam to her.
She caught my hand. I swept up close to her, taking her around the waist and pulling her against me, making sure that she couldn't be swept away.
I'm here, Tia. Nothing bad will happen to you.
She flipped her bogged down hair over and climbed up my chest to be clear of the growing waves. I continued to stroke, keeping us above. She coughed, not much, thankfully, then wiped the water from her eyes.
She was all right.
I almost lost it there for a moment. Such a strong, possessive need to make sure she was okay came over me, over the littlest thing. Of course, she was fine. There was little chance of anything serious happening to her. This was unusual for me. What was with all of my emotion?
“I'm okay,” she said, patting my chest. It seemed she was more worried about me.
Sunlight gleaming off her amber eyes with her wide smile directed at me, I lost it. I pulled her even closer, causing her to wrap her legs around me, keeping us bound. Unstoppable urges struck me again.
Her eyes were wide. Her lips hung open in shock, but I didn't care. This couldn't wait. I couldn't stand another moment without telling her that she needed to be mine.
I pressed my lips against hers. She was soft, salty, and sweet. An urge to claim her broke free from me, and I was energized, adrenaline blasting through me as I squeezed her hips and pulled her against my hardness. My tongue drove in, rushing against hers slowly at first, but then really letting go with reckless abandon, rolling and rocking against hers.
We kissed during a long, high wave, riding it out, and then broke apart, leaving us both in a calm.
Tia's mouth hung agape. I rested my steady, heady gaze at her. I was sure that I looked stoned, high off her kiss.
"What was that for?" She asked, her voice heavy and sultry. My cock throbbed against her. Her hold eased as I kept my grip on her waist, not letting her be taken by the sea.
“Take it as an apology, if you wish, for letting you fall, but I'm not going to apologize for kissing you.”
Dazed, she wrestled with the idea. It wasn't the reaction I was hoping for, but then again, I hadn't prepared at all. That didn't mean I was going to apologize. She might try to make me do it. I wouldn't. There was something between us. Nothing could convince me otherwise.
“You can't just kiss a girl like that. You've got to give them a warning, at least.”
“Why ruin the surprise? I acted brashly, yes, but I don't think it was a bad thing.” I wouldn't give her the chance to say it was a bad kiss. The way she kissed me, rolling her tongue frantically against mine, ravenous for more, she had enjoyed it.
“You didn't save us yet,” she said with a sly smirk, pointing out toward the watercraft.
It floated over the waves, not too far, but if we kept talking, we would be abandoned. My rescue mission would prove embarrassing if I needed to call for help.
“Can you stay here? I'm going to swim back and grab it. I'll pick you up.”
“Go, before we get stuck out here.”
Definitely not the reaction I was hoping for. I stroked away and cut through the waves to the jet ski. Out of breath, I pulled myself up and turned it around, picking up Tia and putting her back in place with her arms around