Perfect for the Beach

Florida Doctors

First Published 2005-06-01 in Mass Market Paperback

Publisher: Kensington Brava

Sun. Sand. Surf. And delicious seduction… Who wouldn’t want to turn up the heat with these six steamy novellas that carry an SPF -Sexy, Provative, Fabulously erotic – rating that’s off the scale and just…
Perfect For The Beach

“Blue Crush” by Erin McCarthy

Dr. Sara Davis wants to lose her reputation as boring. Instead, she loses her bikini top to a powerful wave and finds herself in the arms of gorgeous lifeguard Kyle Vanderhoff who thinks she’s drowning. She should correct him. Then again, a little mouth-to-mouth just might resuscitate her love life.

As the tropical storm waves tossed her like a whale with a beach ball, Sara realized her plan wasn’t going to work.

It had seemed so simple at the time. Head down to the beach, walk around in a glam-slam bikini and attract one of the many surfers taking advantage of the high waves. Show men that she wasn’t always Serious Sara, the glasses-wearing pediatrician, but was Sexy Sara, ready for a red-hot affair. Only the surfers hadn’t even noticed the new Sara, busy surfing instead, the uncooperative jerks, and she had gotten hot pacing the beach.

A little dip in the water, and the next thing she knew she’d been sucked out twenty feet by vacuum force winds and her mind wasn’t the only thing she’d lost.

Her bikini top was missing too.

` Kyle finished hauling out the Beach Closed sign and took one last survey of the water. There were still a dozen surfers in the water, riding the huge storm waves. They’d been warned the water wasn’t safe, and had refused to vacate. They were no longer Kyle’s responsibility. But he wanted to make sure there was no one else in the water.

This was a hell of a way to end his six-year stint as Head Lifeguard of Acadia Inlet Beach. Tropical Storm Bonnie was pummeling the Florida coast, heading their way, and he decided it was a good way to exit. No time for regrets about quitting. His toes curled in the warm sand as he prepared to turn and leave.

That’s when he saw something fifty feet out. Just a woman’s blond head bobbing in the water, arms and shoulders under the surface. Slumping forward, her position was unnatural, as if she’d lost consciousness. Kyle didn’t hesitate but ran for the water, diving in cleanly and moving towards her with smooth strokes, working harder than normal since the water was rough and choppy from the high winds.

As he reached her, Kyle caught a glimpse of startled blue eyes, her head shaking back and forth, and he was relieved she was conscious after all. He said, “Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

Kicking back away from him, her mouth opened in fear. The surf and wind tossed wet hair across her face, and she gave a pitiful gurgle before her head sank beneath a punishing wave.

Treading water, he wrapped his arm around her midsection and hauled her to him, grateful to hear her cough and sputter as she reemerged. “You’re okay,” he reassured her loudly. “I’m here to help.”

She was struggling against him, a common reaction as people panicked. He slid his arm higher around her, trying to get a better grip as she clawed at him and tried to wiggle away.

Then he nearly dropped her and drowned himself. Holy crap. She wasn’t wearing a bathing suit. He was sliding on the underside of her very smooth, round breasts. Slick, firm breasts. Years of training helped him recover quickly, and he locked his arm around her before they both went under as he rationalized with himself.

It was just wet skin. It was no big deal. It was like an arm, or an ear, or a thigh… he gritted his teeth and started swimming back to shore, unwilling to look at her, or admit that he had the sudden deep urge to slip his hand a little higher and cup right over top of her luscious breast.

“Just relax,” he said, wondering if he was suggesting that for her or for himself. Certain parts of him were definitely not relaxed.

Maybe it was a good thing this was his last day on the job. He’d seen all kinds of half-naked women parading past his chair every day and it had never affected him.

The woman whimpered in his ear, kicking out, causing his arm to roll over her tight nipple in the water as he almost lost hold of her. Affected? That would be a yes.

“Stop!” she said clearly. “Please…”

Kyle dropped his feet to the sandy bottom and bounced lightly in place. The water was up to his shoulders and he caught a splash across his face as the blond gave another shove at him. Impatient with her hysterical resistance and his unprofessional reaction to her, he just wanted to get her on the shore.

“I’m trying to help you get out of the water,” he said, clamping onto her tighter as he trudged forward, hauling her on her back, her breasts breaking the surface like buoys.

Damn. Bad idea.

Then she did the most amazing thing. She leaped on him, wrapping her long thin legs around his waist, clamping on and squeezing, her warm breasts colliding with his chest, arms gripping the back of his neck, her dewy wet mouth very close to his. In less than one second his body responded with an instinctive hard-on that had nowhere to go but out.

It was a futile and desperate wish that she wouldn’t notice.

Sara felt it at about the same time she noticed something had changed in his green eyes.
Oh. My. God. She had just jumped into his arms, and her breasts were touching him, plastered against him like seaweed. She sucked in her breath, very much aware that a certain part of him was pressing against a certain part of her. His part was big. Hers was wet, and it sure in the heck wasn’t from saltwater.