Chapter 7

Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, he tried to swallow his growl, but there was no containing his beast. He wanted her more than he wanted anything else in his entire life.

The briny ocean breeze was no competition for the fresh, warm scent that floated off her skin to his eager and sensitive nostrils. Like sugar cookies and warm vanilla. Sweet, delicious, and oh, so tempting.

Fuck.

He was going to lose the tremulous hold he had on his restraint. Already, his cock was stone hard, damn near punching a hole through his swim shorts. He hissed a breath as he adjusted himself. Somehow, afternoon had faded to evening, and the ocean glittered before them, inviting, but deadly. Everyone knew not to swim at this hour.

At least, he thought they did. Before he could yell a warning, Tracey dove into the waves, and he couldn’t help himself. He had to join her. To protect her, sure, but also to be near her.