Playing The Surfer

"Does this feel real enough?" He grabbed my face delicately in his hands, the rain runs down our foreheads to where our lips meet, each of us tasting the cold drops. Sparks flew in every direction, but instead of detracting from the intensity of the moment, it brings us to new heights. Caiden pushes his lips against...

Keeping The Surfer

"How gnarly of you," I rolled my eyes. "Kennedy, you don't know the half of it." His gaze burned with treasured desire. "I could surf waves on your neck with my lips." My eyebrows rose and I slid my hands down his waist and watched his eyelids flutter back. "Oh really?" His eyes snapped back open. "Really," he murmur...