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The cheeky smile on her face disappears as soon as the words are out of my mouth, making me feel like shit, like maybe I’m way off the mark here.

“Alana?”

She blows out a breath as she turns and walks farther into the house, leaving me with no choice but to follow her. We end up in the kitchen, and when she grabs a couple of beers from the fridge, offering me one, I nod and take it.

“Did I say something wrong?” I now ask when she still hasn’t answered me.

“No,” she replies, shaking her head. “It’s just…I haven’t fully decided if I’m doing it.”

I take a swig of my beer. “But entries closed ages ago,” I say, immediately regretting my words in case they give me away. “I mean, right?”

She looks at me, a curious expression on her face. “Yeah,” she says. “They did, but, I could still withdraw.”

Now it’s me with the curious expression as I remember our morning on the waves and the question I’d asked her. “This morning,” I start, taking another sip of my beer, “you said you weren’t a pro.”

“I’m not.”

“Soooo…”

Alana takes a long pull of her beer, holding the cool bottle to her neck as she meets my gaze and says, “So I got an entry as an amateur.”

I blink, knowing full well what that means. Alana might not be a pro…yet, but she’s certainly fucking good enough to be one and probably will be if she has a good run in this comp. Only the top-ranked amateurs in the world get to compete in this, and given we are in Hawaii, basically one of the surf capitals of the world, Alana must have kicked some serious arse to get her entry.

“Wow, that’s impressive,” I say. “Why are you thinking of withdrawing?”

Alana hops up so she’s sitting on the kitchen bench, and I lean against the island across from her. “My…coach, I guess he is, he um…he died recently, and I…”

“Fuck, I’m really sorry,” I say, taking a step toward her. Alana waves me off, shaking her head.

“Yeah, it um…I don’t know, it’s really messed me up, and I just don’t know if I can compete, you know?”

Yeah, I really fucking do.

But I don’t tell her that. Instead, saying, “Don’t you think maybe he’d want you to compete, though?”

Alana lets out a small laugh, smiling as she says, “I know he would. He’d kick my ass if I didn’t.”

Chuckling, I say, “Well, there’s your answer then. You gotta do it.”

She groans now, her head falling back as she says, “Ugh, maybe. But I just?—”

“You worried about your form?” I ask, cutting her off with a smile. “Because it looked pretty good to me this morning.”

She snorts. “Yeah, and I’m sure you’re just saying that because you got laid.”

I laugh, pushing off the bench and walking toward her. I put my beer down on the counter beside her before sliding my hands up her tanned and very toned thighs. “Look, not gonna lie, that was an unexpected but very enjoyable bonus to my morning,” I say, my eyes dropping to her mouth. “But you are a very impressive surfer, Alana, and I think you should compete.”

Even as I say this, I know what me telling her to compete will mean. What it does mean. That I should take my hands off her, turn around, walk out this door, and never see her again.

“Is that right?” she whispers, licking her bottom lip.

My hands slide higher, moving to her hips as I pull her forward so I’m standing between her legs, our bodies close. “Yep,” I whisper, our mouths only an inch or so apart now.

“And if I do,” she whispers, hooking her legs around mine, “what’ll you give me?”

Chuckling, I lean closer, brushing my nose against hers. “What’d you want, beautiful?”

Now it’s Alana laughing, her warm breath tickling my face as she says, “I think you know what I want, Flynn.”

I brush my lips against hers, the barest of touches as I smile. “Maybe, yeah. But I also wanna hear you say it.” Even as I say this, I know how dangerous this is getting. How this would be the perfect time to end things and not let them go any further.

But I don’t move.

She smiles, chasing my mouth, even as I pull back slightly, denying her. With a soft groan of frustration, she slips her fingers under my chin and grips it, shifting my gaze to hers. “Well, I wouldn’t say no to another couple of orgasms,” she whispers, her hand sliding around to grip the back of my neck. “Or a good, hard fuck.”

My hands slide to her arse, my fingers slipping under the bottom of her tank to graze the bare skin of her back, unable to stop myself. “And what if I want to fuck slow or something different?” I ask her.

She smiles, pulling me in as she brushes her lips against mine. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that either,” she murmurs. “If that’s what you want?”

It is what I want.

Even if it isn’t what I should do.

I know I’m walking a very fine line right now, and if anyone were to find out about this, the shit would hit the fan in a big way. Jade would fucking lose it too, and rightly so.

But Jade’s not here yet, and Alana hasn’t even decided if she’s competing. This could all be nothing.

Keep telling yourself that, idiot.

I push the words away, ignoring the rational voice in my head as I give in to what I really want, closing the distance between us as I press my lips against hers in a kiss.

Alana smiles against my mouth like she’s won, and I take advantage, sliding my tongue against hers as I deepen the kiss. I know this is just sex, just like I know that what I’m doing is kind of wrong, but I can’t seem to stop myself.

This woman is quite possibly the sexiest woman I have ever met, and I want her, want her badly.

“Where are we doing this?” I murmur around our kisses.

Alana loops her arms around my neck, nipping at my bottom lip. “Well, I do have roommates, so probably a good idea to move this to my bedroom.”

I grin against her mouth, my grip moving back to her arse as I lift her off the bench. “Where?”

She points in the direction of a short corridor. “Last on the left,” she whispers before kissing me again.

I keep my eyes open as I carry her to her room, never stopping the kiss. She feels so fucking good in my arms, so fucking good with her body wrapped around mine.

Inside her room, I kick the door shut behind us before walking over to her bed, laying her back as I move so I’m hovering over her.

“Twice in one day, huh?” Alana says, smiling up at me.

I tuck her hair behind her ear, trailing my fingers down her neck and over her collarbone to her breast. “Lucky me.”

She huffs out a laugh. “Lucky me, I think.”

Grinning, I move my hand lower to the bottom of her tank, before pushing it up. Alana makes quick work of it, yanking it off and throwing it on the floor before her hands tug at my T-shirt, pulling it off. Her hands move to my chest now, resting against my skin as I close the distance, kissing her slowly, deeply.

I feel her hands move down my body, pushing my shorts down my hips. As I shuffle them off, she does the same with hers until we are both naked on her bed.

“You, beautiful, are sexy as hell,” I whisper, cupping one of her breasts.

Alana smiles, shifting her hips beneath me as she pushes me off and onto my back on the bed beside her. Before I can even say anything, she moves so she’s straddling my hips, my dick hard as it slides against her wetness.

“Fuck, I need you to get up here,” I say, tapping a finger against my lips.

Alana raises a brow, a sexy smirk on her face. “Do you now? And what if I just wanna ride you?”

Now it’s me smirking, my hands gripping her hips as I yank her up so she’s hovering over my face. “You’re the one who said I was ridiculously good at it, so I just figured.” Alana laughs, but it quickly disappears as I lower her to my mouth, my tongue trailing slowly through her wet heat.

“Fuck me,” she moans above me.

“We’ll get to that,” I tease, winking up at her. Alana shuffles impatiently and I can’t help but grin. “And yeah, we are doing it slow this time.”

“So, verdict?” I ask, lying on my side, my fingers trailing up and down the length of Alana’s spine.

She turns her head to face me, resting it on her hands. “Yeah, okay, you are good at this,” she says with a smile.

“I think it was ridiculously good, if I’m not mistaken,” I tease. “But I actually meant about Maui Pipe. You gonna compete?”

Alana blows out a breath, rolling onto her side, her head propped in her hand. My fingers move to her hip, continuing their slow trail up and down her body. “I don’t know,” she eventually says. “It’s just…hard with Mitch gone.”

“Had he been coaching you for long?” I ask, my fingers brushing along the underside of her breast.

“He taught me to surf, like really surf, not just a kid out on the water trying her best,” she says. “I don’t know when it changed from teaching to coaching, but yeah, it’s always been him.”

I nod, my gaze dropping to my fingers as they trace a slow circle around her nipple. “What happened to him?” I ask, a weird feeling settling in my gut.

Alana doesn’t say anything for so long, that I eventually lift my gaze to hers, see the sadness in her eyes. Just as I’m about to tell her she doesn’t have to answer me, she says, “Surfing accident.”

“He died surfing?” I ask.

Alana nods. “Yeah, he asked me and Nate to go with him, but we blew it off and I, well…” She trails off, and I can only imagine the guilt she’s feeling at her decision.

“I’m sure you’ve heard this all before,” I start, moving my hand up to cup her jaw now. “But it isn’t your fault.”

They’re words that were said to me so often after my accident and I know how they sound; how hollow they can leave you feeling.

“I know,” she says. “But Mitch was…well, he was like a father figure to me and Nate, Nate especially, and losing him hit us both really hard.”

A memory flashes in my brain, of yesterday when I arrived, meeting Nate and Sage and the mention of her dad’s car, which I’ve still yet to look at for them. “Was Mitch Sage’s dad?” I ask, remembering how Nate said he was no longer around.

Alana smiles. “Yeah, he was. It was his shop, where you’re staying, and after he…well, after he died, Sage came over for the memorial and she and Nate, you know,” she adds, waving a hand around.

“So, you and Nate never…?”

She bursts out laughing, falling onto her back. “God no! That idiot is like a brother to me. Ugh, god, gross.”

Smiling, I move closer, so I’m lying against her side. “You know if you want someone to surf with, I’m around.”

Even as I say the words, I know I’m walking a very dangerous line here. A line that I’ve probably already well and truly crossed over if I’m being honest. I’m not offering to coach her, but it’s not fucking far off from that. And anyway, I know how bad it will look.

She looks up at me, tucking a hand behind her head as she says, “Are you offering because you’re hoping for more of this?” She flicks her eyes downward, and they widen a little when she sees I’m already half hard.

“Well,” I whisper, running a finger along her collarbone and down between her breasts, over her stomach and between her legs. I smile when I discover how wet she is, my finger teasing her before slowly sliding inside her. “Not gonna lie, I’m hoping for a lot more of this,” I murmur, dropping a soft kiss on her lips. “With or without the surfing.”

Alana smiles, her fingers curling around my dick as she slowly starts to stroke me. It only takes two movements of her hand before I’m fully hard again, but she doesn’t stop, her grip firm as she continues to jerk me off.

“You can’t stay the night. My roommate, she?—”

“I get it,” I whisper, knowing I need to keep this what it is anyway, what it’s supposed to be.

Just sex.

Nothing more.

Even if right now, it suddenly feels like a hell of a lot more, for so many reasons.

“Yeah?” Alana asks.

I roll my body onto hers, lifting her arms and pinning them above her head, my hands curled around her wrists. “Yes,” I whisper, my mouth against hers. “And this time.” I pause, giving her another kiss, “I’m gonna fuck you so deep, you come harder than you’ve ever come in your life.”