“So do I.”

“Too bad we’re not in the hotel room. I could take care of that for you.”

He backed her against the car and kissed her with a hard, driving passion, his body pressed against hers, his erection rubbing her clit. Passion exploded and she suddenly wanted him inside of her.

The beach was deserted and there were no other cars around.

“I need you to make me come, Ben.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, he said, “Hang on.”

He reached inside the front of the SUV, grabbed something and then shut the door, locked it and said, “Come on. I know a private place where no one can see us.”

He left the boards stowed and took her hand, leading her down the walkway a short distance to what looked like a lifeguard shack. There was another one a ways down the beach, manned by a lifeguard. This one was older, bleached out and seemingly abandoned.

He shoved a shoulder into it and the door gave with a creak and a groan.

“Are you sure about this?”

“No one uses it,” he said. “And trust me, I’m going to get you off fast.”

“I like the sound of that because I need to come.”

He shoved the door closed and there was a hook to lock it, which he used. Then he turned to her and kneeled, drew her swimsuit bottom down and put his mouth on her pussy.

Shocks of pleasure ignited her like a fast-moving wildfire, taking her from a frenzied passion to out of control in seconds. She tethered her fingers in Ben’s hair and held on while he licked and sucked her sensitized flesh, making her gasp and writhe against him, pushing her sex against his face as her orgasm hit.

“Yes. Oh, Ben, yes, I’m coming.”

Her climax was wild and made her legs tremble. Ben wrapped his arm around her and held her close to him while she bucked against him, still quivering from that epic orgasm.

He stood, grabbed a condom out of his pocket and dropped his board shorts. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked the hot, heavy shaft in her hand.

“That’s it,” he said. “I like your hands on me, Victoria.”

She stepped back so she could wriggle out of her swimsuit bottom while he applied the condom.

He backed her against the wall, lifted her hands above her head and slid into her, then took her mouth in a blistering kiss while he thrusted and grinded against her, rubbing her clit in a perfect way that made her temperature rise in the hot shack.

His tongue warred with hers, a perfect thrust and parry, matching the movements of his cock, which seemed to swell even larger inside of her.

He pulled his mouth away and laid his forehead against hers.

She was panting, hot and sweaty, fired up and filled with Ben. And the way he moved against her made her tighten around him, her pussy quivering.

“Are you gonna come for me again?” he asked as he drove deeply into her.

“Yes. Oh, yes.”

“I’m so ready to shoot hard into you, Victoria. Make us both come.”

She moaned at his words, and when he pulled the cups of her bathing suit top aside and sucked her nipple, she orgasmed, her pussy gripping his cock in a tight vise as contractions rippled through her.

With a loud groan, Ben drove hard into her. She held tight to him as he came, giving her everything she could possibly want at that moment. And when he kissed her, it was fierce and passionate as he rode out his orgasm.

His lips gentled on hers, his hands stroking down her slick, sweat-soaked back.

She pressed a kiss to his chest. “That was . . . everything.”

His tipped her chin so she met his gaze. “Jesus, Victoria. I lose myself when I’m inside of you. And all I can feel is you and me—like we’re one.”

She shivered at his words. Powerful words that she wanted to contemplate, but not here. And not now.

“Come on,” he said, his lips curving in a teasing smile to break that suddenly serious mood he’d created. “Let’s head out before someone finds us in here fucking like teenagers.”

She laughed.

They righted their clothing and Ben unlocked the door, took a quick look outside, then they exited the shack. He disposed of the condom in a nearby trashcan, then they made their way back to the SUV.

“I’m really looking forward to the water now,” she said.

He grinned. “Me, too. You made me sweat.”

He carried both boards down to the edge of the water, then handed her one of them. She attached the surfboard leash to her ankle.

“Need any instructions?”

“It’s been a while. The last thing I remember is to stay balanced and don’t fall.”