Summer Dreaming (Hot in the Hamptons Book 1) Read Free Page B

if it was the salted air or the sound of waves but I hit that zone, and all my worries flew away on the ocean breeze. Or maybe, I was simply in denial.
    Not used to running on the wet sand, my legs began to burn and I slowed up. My Fitbit read 3 miles. I hadn’t planned on going so far. I was about to turn around for a nice easy stroll back to the house when farther down the beach I spotted a group of shirtless guys in red shorts. Lifeguards? Sean?
    I found some extra fuel in my tank and casually jogged over. As I approached, I angled off to the dry sand and sat at a discreet distance, yet still close enough to ogle Sean and the other lifeguards performing sprints, pushups, and jumping jacks.
    Too bad there wasn’t some male revue music to go along with my private show.
    The guys were all in great shape, but Sean stood out. It was more than the tattoo of an eagle inked across his back or his shorts riding a little lower on his hips giving me a glimpse of oblique’s that my hands itched to claw at. Okay, it was a lot of that, but he also wore a look of determination like he was training for something more.
    “Want to volunteer as our practice victim?” A cute guy with surfer-long blonde hair called up to me.
    Did I ever!
    “Sure.” I sprang up to dust the sand off my bottom then I walked to the group of guys and five women. Did I forget to mention them?
    “It’s too cold for her,” claimed Sean.
    Was he trying to ruin my fun? Was he jealous? “I can handle a little cold water.”
    “You don’t have a bathing suit on,” said Sean.
    “Yes, I do.” To prove my point I stripped off my shirt, baring a lime green bikini bra top that held my girls in place. I could give Kate Upton’s boobs a run for their money. The whistles I heard proved it but my eyes were all for Sean, who did not drop his gaze to my rack.
    Keeping eye contact with me, he said, “Sorry, Blake. This one is mine.”
    Did Sean mean as a practice victim or as his girl? I shimmied out of my shorts to reveal a matching bikini bottom.
    “I’m the one who asked,” said Blake.
    “Too bad.” Sean touched my arm, leading me down to the water’s edge. “You can swim, right?”
    “Like a mermaid,” I said in a flirty tone, drawling out my accent. I wasn’t about to say like a fish because even though fish symbolized concepts like fertility, they were not sexy.
    “You got a great set of seashells.”
    His smile made me feel reckless. “Aren’t mermaids topless?” I feigned reaching for the hooks of my bikini top.
    “Let’s not start a riot.” Sean thumbed to the group of lifeguards watching on as if we were the entertainment for the day.
    I looked out to the ocean. “What do I do?”
    “Swim out past the breakers.”
    “And then what?”
    “Then let me do what I do second best.”
    Second best? The freezing water shocked my body numb, but cooled my heated thoughts of Sean’s first best. I stumbled as a wave crashed into my mid-section. Navigating the Atlantic Ocean took some getting used to. Growing up near the Gulf of Mexico, I was used to warmer waters and calmer seas.
    I heard a whistle. “That’s far enough,” called Sean.
    I turned to face the shore and embraced the part of drowning woman. “Help! Help! Oh save me!” And hurry because I’m freezing.
    Sean’s shark-like smile before he dove into the surf had me gulping like I’d taken in a wave full of seawater. I struggled for a breath, feeling like I was drowning for real. Maybe, I was.

Chapter 5
    Sean
    B lake was a dead man for asking Kelsey to play the victim, but I couldn’t blame him for trying. Any lifeguard would consider her the catch of the season, never mind the catch of the day. Luckily, I’d already hooked Kelsey. I just had to play it cool to reel her in.
    Normally, the lifeguards practiced on each other so I wasn’t used to practicing on a hot babe. I reminded myself to act like a professional. I preached the safety rules and regulations like it was the Ten