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His fingers slide down my thigh, not up, but the slow drag makes my whole body react.

I hate him for noticing.

I hate myself more for wanting him to do it again.

He turns his head.

Before I understand what he’s doing, his mouth touches the inside of my thigh.

Just above my knee.

The contact is quick, warm against wet skin.

Then his tongue drags over the saltwater there.

I gasp and jerk my leg back.

The board rocks hard beneath me.

Revel catches it immediately, one arm bracing across the front while I grip the sides.

“Jesus Christ.”

His grin returns, slow and wicked.

“You’re fucking insane.”

“Little bit.”

“You can’t just lick people.”

“Not people, but I can lick you.”

“No, you cannot.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” He smirks knowingly.

I push at his shoulder with my foot, and he catches my ankle before I can knock him away.

“Let go.”

“You’re going to tip yourself over.”

“I don’t care.”

“You will when you hit the water.”

“It’s late.”

He glances toward the sunset. “It’s not that late.”

“Take me back.”

His expression shifts slightly. Not hurt or angry, just more careful as he watches my face.

“You sure?” he asks, voice lower now.

“Yes.”