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  He set a finger on her lips. “I want to do this. I want to be here. With you.”

  Okay then. She felt a stupid smile break over her face, and he ran his finger over her lower lip before dropping his hand away. “So…” He eyed the waves and the few surfers out there already doing their thing, and nodded. “Let’s go for it.”

  “Why don’t you do a few stretches first?” she suggested. “Save yourself from pulling something.”

  Once he’d limbered up, she walked him over to the boards. Both Lorissa and Red still sat there, along with Cole who’d returned from his photo op. Sam didn’t look at them.

  Jack smiled at Lorissa and Cole. “Aren’t you guys going to—”

  “Don’t talk to them,” Sam said. “Or Red. They’re all grounded. Grab your board.” She pointed to the one she wanted him to take. “Ideally, it should be a foot longer than you, but this is the biggest one I could borrow. It’s going to be a couple of inches short but it’s wide enough, freshly waxed, and soft-skinned, which is easier to learn on.”

  “Okay.” He carried it to the water’s edge.

  “How’s your knee?”

  “Good enough,” he said.

  Which was probably man-code for it was killing him. Well, she wasn’t his mother. “I already know you can swim,” she said. “But if you get into trouble, I’ll be right there.”

  He smiled. “I like the sound of that.”

  God, the way he looked at her. It was lethal to her brain cells. If only he didn’t look so hot this morning. He hadn’t shaved, and the shadow on his jaw made her want to rub up against him like a cat in heat. “See the leash? You’ve got to have it around your ankle so you don’t inadvertently kill someone. People frown on loose boards out there.”

  “No loose boards.” He nodded agreeably.

  She just wanted to toss the boards aside and kiss him. Pathetic. “And the water might appear perfectly calm, but dangerous rips lurk beneath the surface, so watch out. If you get caught in a rip, swim out of it by moving parallel to the shore until you can get in.”

  “Got it. Anything else?”

  “Don’t be stupid.”

  “Got that, too.”

  She watched as he unzipped his sweatshirt, pulling it off, baring that gorgeous sleek flesh and sinew. His swim trunks were slightly big, which meant they sunk low on his lean hips, revealing a long expanse of rippled belly. “Let’s go.”

  She grabbed her board and started into the water, remembered she still had on her own sweats, and swore. Kicking them off in Lorissa’s general smirking direction, she waded in. “Before paddling out, always watch the other surfers to see where it’s best to enter the water.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  She thought he was mocking her but when she looked into his eyes all she saw was a smile, and genuine happiness at being with her. In spite of herself, she grinned back. “Paddling out…lie prone on the board with its nose just above the surface of the water. Use your arms as paddles on either side, like this.” She lay on her board and started paddling. “See?”

  “Oh, yeah. I see.” He was looking at her ass.

  “Jack.” She laughed. “I mean it.”

  “So do I. Watch.” He tore his gaze off her and easily handled his board.

  They paddled side by side. Halfway out, it occurred to her how much she was enjoying herself, and how soon it would all end. It had to, because it always ended—usually by her own doing.

  “Hey. You still with me?” Jack reached out and touched her arm. Waited until she looked at him. “If you don’t want to do this—”

  “No.” She sat up on the board and rubbed her temples. Jack sat up, too, while she tried to think, but there were no thoughts to be had other than that this was right and that she wanted to be here. With him. Hanging. Surfing.

  “I want to do this. But I also want to do this…” And leaning close, she put her mouth to his.

  He reacted immediately, cupping her face with his hand, making a hungry sound of approval deep in his throat that made it hard for Sam to pull away, but she did.

  He smiled. “Well, that’s a nice start to the day.”

  Yeah. Very nice. But they were here to get him surfing. She showed him how to study the waves before deciding how far out to paddle. Showed him how to avoid another surfer or swimmer, and how to get into position facing the beach.

  “When a suitable wave is coming up on you and there are no other surfers on it, start paddling. When it reaches you, it’ll lift you and the board, propelling you forward, so paddle your ass off if it’s a wave you want. Take hold of the rails and jump straight to your feet, your front foot about halfway up the board with your rear foot two feet or so behind it and at right angles to the center of the board.” She jumped up on hers, showing him. “Make sure that the nose of the board is above the water, not too far up or you’ll fall back into the wave and crash, and not too far down or the board’ll nose-dive. Got it?”

  “Uh…”

  “Here, watch.” She sank back down, waited for a wave and then showed him how to catch it, how to ride it. Then she paddled back out to where he sat on his board watching. “Ready to try?”

  “Is it going to be as easy as you just made it look?”

  “Nope.”

  He laughed. “Well, then, I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”

  “Okay, when I say go…” She waited until the right exact second. “Go! Paddle!”

  Gamely he went for it, and surged his incredibly athletic body up onto the board, leaping to his feet. He waved his hands wildly in the air for the balance that he couldn’t seem to find—

  And toppled headfirst into the wave.

  She winced, but he surfaced just fine. When he paddled back out to her, he offered a humbled smile. “Harder than it looks.”

  “Want to go back?”

  “Nope.”

  So again she told him when to go, and again he flexed those delicious muscles to stand on the board, to wave his outstretched arms searching for balance—

  Only to be taken out by the second crest because it’d taken him too long to get up.

  After bobbing up, he tossed his hair back and laughed. “Yeah. Definitely harder than it looks.”

  When he paddled close again, she reached for his hand and pulled him in so that their legs touched. With him near her, she couldn’t keep her hands to herself and she ran them over his wet chest and shoulders.

  “What are you doing?” he asked a little hoarsely.

  “Making sure you’re okay.”

  His eyes had gone hot. “If I say I’m not, will you keep touching me?”

  Laughing, she pushed free, but he snagged her hand and tugged her back to him. “I have an idea,” he murmured as they rose and fell with the swells beneath them. “You go for a ride, then let me run my hands all over you.” He eyed her wet, clinging black bikini, then without warning hauled her from her board to his lap. “I could really get behind that idea,” he said, just before his mouth came down on hers.

  Because he tasted so good and felt so big and warm, she sank into him for a long moment, thrilling to his hands gliding over her wet skin, holding her close.

  “Stop,” she said on a breathless laugh when he had her butt in one hand and his other dancing its way up her rib cage.

  “You sure?” His thumb took a lazy skim over her breast.

  Hell, no, she wasn’t sure. Her body was quivering for his; he could see it, could feel it.

  She heard the whooping calls of the other surfers from the shore and knew she’d take a razzing for this. “Jack—”

  He smiled into her face before dumping her off his lap. “Stop distracting me. Here comes a good one,” and he went, leaving her body still burning from his touch.

  It took another couple of hours for him to get it, and she had to hand it to him. He never gave up, even when Red and a couple of his cronies joined them in the water, offering both helpful hints and lots of jokes. But finally he could ride an entire wave