Which was insane, because Hannah wasn抰 mine. I was helping her out.
Guilt wrenched my stomach into a knot. I was supposed to be helping her, and I was trying to keep her. She trusted me and I was trying to get into her pants, telling her not to practice with other guys. Fuck.
I was such an asshole.
My chin jerked in a nod at her. My eyebrows pulled together in a frown. 揝ure, bookworm. We can surf together as long as you want.?I gestured at the back door of the shop. 揝hall we??
We headed inside and retrieved our wetsuits. Hannah reached down and I watched as she pulled her shirt over her head.
Fuck. She was wearing that swimsuit again. The one that pushed her tits up into something incredible. If she knew how fuckable she looked in that suit, she wouldn抰 have worn it around me.
Or maybe she would have. Yesterday morning in the back of the shop, she had toyed with me, trying to get a rise out of me.
I waved the thought away in my head and turned around to face the other way.
Surfing. That抯 all we were doing today. I was going to be present with her, and with the ocean.
揨ip me up??
I turned to see her standing with her back to me, wet suit unzipped and smooth skin so close. I swallowed, and my throat was thick. I pulled the zipper gently, slowly, slower than necessary. Definitely slower than I would with a tourist doing a lesson. At the top of the zip, my fingers brushed the ends of her hair, and she shivered before turning and giving me a little smile.
揌ey, professor??
Fuck, that nickname. I had thought about her calling me that last night with my hand wrapped around myself. The soft, playful, teasing way she always said it made me come almost immediately.
揗hm??I closed my eyes and rubbed the bridge of my nose. Deep breath.
揧ou didn抰 ask me if I did all my homework.?
Blood surged to my cock and I exhaled through my nose.
Helping her. Not fucking her. Helping. Not okay to take advantage of her. She was less experienced. Helping. Not getting hard in my surf shop while talking to her. Not jerking off thinking about her mouth on my cock.
I couldn抰 think straight right now. 揑抦 sure you did.?I opened my eyes to see her watching me with a smug grin.
Fuuuuuuck.
My cock ached. That smug grin told me everything I needed to know.
揑 thought about you while I did my homework.?She gave me a shy but pleased smile before she walked to the door.
I watched her ass in the wetsuit and longed to slap it for what she was doing, teasing me and pushing me to the edge of control like this.
She was making me want her, and she knew what she was doing.
Hannah paused at the doorway and raised an eyebrow, still wearing that smug smile. 揂re you coming??
We didn抰 talk much on the water that morning. The cold water helped my erection subside and I focused on Hannah, hopping up on her board and catching waves. Sometimes, I threw out feedback but I mostly let her figure it out herself. Her intuition was sharpening, she was learning the perfect timing of the waves, she was learning which waves to catch and which to let go because they were too messy, and when the ocean tossed her off her board?
She laughed. More and more, she laughed. She was learning it didn抰 matter if she failed. It didn抰 matter if she didn抰 nail that one wave, because there抎 be another. There was always another. Each wave existed only in the moment and then it was gone forever.
Something panged in my chest but I ignored it.
The feeling swerved right back around, and I knew Hannah and I were like that. Spending time with her was the easiest thing in the world but come September, I might be leaving if the competition went well. The sensation sharpened, pinching me. Hannah and I existed in the moment like everything else in the universe. I thought about my aunts, how temporary it was for them, too temporary, and how heartbroken my aunt had been when her wife passed. How heartbroken she still was. The woman wouldn抰 set a foot back in town since she sold me the house.
The thought of not surfing with Hannah, not spending mornings out here in nature with her? It made me feel like I was losing something important.
I swallowed and let a wave roll past me, taking the thoughts with it. I didn抰 want them. Didn抰 want to think about it.
Present. Focused. I was with Hannah this morning, so I turned my thoughts back to the now.
When this was all over, I could reminisce and deal with those emotions. But for now, I was going to enjoy the moment.
After an hour, she grew tired so we paddled to our cove and floated side by side on the water, soaking in the morning rays of sun.
She lifted her head. 揇id that guy contact you??
I opened one eye. 揥hat guy??
揟he Billabong guy. Emilio something.?