My pants were heavy and clinging to my legs. I didn’t even want to know how flat and frizzy my hair was. I was so mad at that stupid wave for getting me wet, but I was thankful for where it was taking me now. Before I had the chance to die of humiliation, Kane swooped me up in his arms and carried me out of the water.

“You can put me down,” I said when we reached solid ground.

“No way. You’re mine now. I’m carrying you all the way to my place before you change your mind.”

“You can’t carry me all the way.”

“Yes I can, and my body heat will keep you warm.”

“I’m too heavy,” I said.

“You hardly weight a thing, plus I want your sexy body pressed against mine!” he said, pulling me closer against him.

I felt warmer already. I couldn’t stay upset at the ocean for putting me in his arms.

He was like no other guy I’d ever met. I was right when I suspected there was more to him. Already he had shown me that there is far more to him than I could have ever imagined.

I looked up at him in admiration. My admiration turned to less-than-impressed when I spotted a smirk on his face. It was a smirk that was quite obviously still trying to suppress laughter. He knew I wasn’t very happy about getting soaked and I could tell he felt bad, but clearly he got a kick out of it. He was lucky he had the sexiest smirk ever.

I knew I should have gone swimming with him. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Swimming naked on a romantic night like this, with a hunk like him, but of course I was too timid.

I thought about his boner too. How had I said no to that massive boner, begging me to get naked and dive in?

I just couldn’t do it. I’d lived near the ocean my entire life, but swimming was never something I got into. I was more a fan of the great indoors. I loved hot tubs, those were always nice. As long as I didn’t have to go under, and there was zero risk of getting splashed, I was all for it. The ocean? Not so much!

The last thing I wanted was get in the ocean with a pro-surfer and have him witness me doggy paddling around like a spaz, trying to keep my head above water. No way.

My mind kept wandering back to his delicious, gorgeous, perfect, cock.

I didn’t even realize a penis could be that big!

I know I was being greedy, but I wanted some more of it! I wondered excitedly if the evening would take us back in that direction. I hoped it would.

It was bizarre to think that the same surfer, the God of the waves I’d watched in awe earlier that morning, was now carrying me in his arms back to his place. Thinking about it reminded me of the wildflowers I saw him carrying. This time I knew better than to ask about them.

Sandra said Kane was a private guy, and she was right.

He talked my ear off while he swam around in the waves. Don’t get me wrong, I loved it. It was all interesting and I couldn’t believe his passion and knowledge of the ocean and all it’s creatures.

But I still knew almost nothing about him. As far as I could tell, he was born and raised in Pismo Beach, and blue whales had hearts the size of cars. Good stuff to know, but I wanted to know more. I wanted to know his story. I wanted to know what happened in his life to make him so cold and harsh at the brewery, but then have this completely different side to him. A really sweet side, that was funny and bursting with sexual magnetism.

The chemistry between us was unreal and like nothing I’d ever experienced.

It was primal.

I thought about the moment his cock had exploded in my pussy, filling me with the most intimate thing possible. Or the moment I’d orgasmed, practically squirting all over his face as I pressed his mouth tighter and tighter against my pussy! I couldn’t believe that had all happened to me.

Sure, at the start, Matt and I had a healthy sex life, but that was after years of getting to know each other and building trust and comfort. Kane and I were going about things the exact opposite way. Matt was the only man I’d ever been with up until that night, but being with him never felt anything close to to what I’d experienced with Kane.

With Kane it was otherworldly.

I couldn’t believe it. After years of staying with Matt out of fear, I’d finally taken the leap and left him. And I’d literally run into my dream man!

I had girlfriends back in the city, single girlfriends, who were all wonderful women, beautiful women, but they all struggled to meet nice men. And it wasn’t for a lack of trying. They were all out there, going to bars and putting their pictures on the dating websites. They’d tell me their dating horror stories and even though my marriage wasn’t perfect, I was thankful I didn’t have to figure out the dating world.

And now, look where I was!

I wondered if this could be it. If Kane was it for me. Was he the guy I was meant to be with this whole time?

He was nothing like the men I was used to being around. Our worlds were so different, but on some other level, we were the most perfect match imaginable. I held my arms tighter around his neck and rested my head on his shoulder.

“You promise I’m not getting too heavy?”

“Please, I could carry you like this all day. You’re tiny.”

I’d never thought of myself as tiny but in Kane’s massive, muscular arms, I sure felt that way.

“Besides, here we are,” he said, taking me up the driveway of his house.

I lifted my head to see where we were. His house was beautiful. So beautiful. Like nothing I would have ever imagined him in. A part of me had wondered if he was taking me to some old broken down van, with the top popped up and a picnic table set up in front of it. This was totally different.

“I can walk from here, Kane,” I said.

“Nope. I insist,” he said, walking around the side of his house.

It was a huge, three story home, traditional Californian, but with modern additions that gave it an upscale feel. It looked great. I noticed a workshop in the garage and wondered if he had done the renovations himself.

It was an amazing home, clearly his Beach Body repair shop was doing all right. Sweet, funny, gorgeous, a sexual beast, and successful in business. I wanted to toss my hands in the air and yell, “Thank you, Jesus.”

He carried me up the stairs at the back of his house to a large, beautiful deck. He set me down and reached in his pocket to get his keys. I appreciated him keeping me warm by carrying me, but I was anxious to get inside and really warm up.

And then, in the classic way that only men can pull off, he ruined the perfect moment by opening his big mouth!

“Take your clothes off out here.”

I blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah.”

“Right here?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong?”

“We’re outside. I don’t have anything to change into. Your neighbors will see me.”

What I really wanted to say is, you’ll see me, but I left that part out.

“Oh, well you see, I changed my mind about giving you dry clothes.”

“You what?”

“Meadow, as soon as you get out of those wet clothes, you’re staying naked. I’ve got my own ideas on how to warm you up!”

He reached for my top and pulled it up over my head. It was off before I even knew what was happening.

This man made me feel so desired, so wanted. It drove me crazy. The way he looked at me made me feel like the sexiest woman in the world. He helped peel my pants and underwear off and he flung them over his clothes line. Then, completely naked, I shivered and looked at him.

“What now?”

He smiled and picked me up, this time tossing me over his shoulder. As he carried me through the back door of his house, he gave my bare butt a hard, loud smack!