“Where’d you two run off to?” he asked.

“Breakfast,” Ben said. “I took Victoria to Café Haleiwa.”

Alex grinned. “Awesome place.” He looked at her. “Did you like it?”

“I did.” She turned to Ben. “Thank you again for breakfast. I was about to drop on the beach, I was so hungry.”

“You’re welcome. I need to go do some promotional work, so I’ll catch you two later.”

He walked away as if what had passed between them earlier had been nothing. And maybe it was nothing. Maybe she’d been the one who was making more of it than it was. Ben might be one of those guys who flirted with every woman, single, married or whatever. She decided to ignore it.

Alex put his arm around her. “Did you get a chance to watch me surf?”

She grinned. “I did. My heart was in my throat the entire time.”

“Yeah? It’s not that bad. Waves weren’t charging this morning. Wait till they get big.”

She laughed. “That’s what Ben said. I think you surfers are crazy for taking those risks.”

“We know what we’re doing. Trust me. We might take risks, but we’re not stupid. At least most of us.”

“That’s so comforting.”

“Awww, you’re worried about me. I like that.”

She laid her hand on his stomach, still so awed by the rock-hard muscle she felt there. “So what’s on your agenda the rest of the day?”

“I’ve got a break for a few hours while the rest of the group runs practice heats. I’ll be up again later this afternoon. Then there’s a get-together tonight on the beach for the official kickoff of the competition, which starts tomorrow. After that I’ll be kind of busy.”

She traced her finger over his wet suit. “Then we should take advantage of what little free time you have left.”

“I like the way you think.”

His eyes gleamed hot and desire shot through her. He took her hand and tugged her along the beach toward the hotel. Her mind was already awhirl in thoughts of what they would do once they got there.

When she was working, she was always knee-deep in deals and players and focusing on work. She rarely relaxed and she was always on, putting on the face of a hotshot sports agent. And while she made good money and lived a great life, she didn’t get a lot of downtime. When she did, she liked to let go.

Alex was her let-go moment, and she was so glad they’d found each other, because he was young, hot and a year’s worth of tension and anxiety dissolved when she was with him.

And when they got to her room, she’d no more than slipped her key card in the lock when he pulled it from her hand and shut the door, then swept her into his arms to put his mouth on hers. Need skyrocketed to nearly unbearable levels in an instant. She slid her hands in his hair and breathed him in—salty, like the ocean.

He moved his hands over her body, sliding them behind her to cup her butt and draw her against his erection. Her clit quivered. She already felt swollen, tight—needy and near the brink of exploding. It wouldn’t take much to make her come.

Alex backed her up, leading her toward the living room, his mouth still latched onto hers. She cupped his hard-on, and he groaned, pulling her down on top of him on the sofa.

Stretched out on top of all that lean muscle was a treat. She lifted and stared down at him, rewarded with his killer grin. He clutched her hips and dragged her against his shaft, causing sparks of pleasure to heat her from the inside out.

“I like you on top of me, Tori.”

She pulled her top off, then stood, wriggling out of her pants before climbing on top of him again. She undid her bikini top and tossed that away. “Touch me,” she said, desperate to feel Alex’s hands on her.

He obliged her greedily, grasping her breasts and rolling the nipples until she was nothing more than a puddle of aching, aroused flesh. She surged against him, her bikini-clad bottom rolling over his erection. She reached between them and palmed him, teasing his flesh until he let out a curse.

He lifted her and carried her to the bedroom. “I need to fuck you.”

“Yes,” she said, her pussy quivering in anticipation.

He dropped her onto the bed and grabbed one of the condoms she’d laid out on the nightstand. He dropped his board shorts and put on the condom while she shimmied out of her bikini bottoms. She started to scoot back, but Alex grabbed her ankle.

“Stay here,” he said. “Just like this.”

She planted her feet flat on the bed and widened her legs. Alex stepped to the edge of the bed and fit his cock at the entrance to her pussy, then leaned forward, bracing his hands on the bed as he eased inside her. He focused his gaze on her face and she held tight to his forearms and he pushed inside her, the look on his face telling her it felt as good to him as it did to her.