"How fast can you ride?" she asked.
Tyler leapt off the bench and practically threw Alexis over his shoulder. He grabbed his bike and hopped on. Alexis pumped the pedals furiously to keep up with him. She was desperate to get back to his house before her brain talked her out of it. She was tired of her brain with its endless loop of her guilt and failures. She wanted to give her brain a taste of the primal pleasure that Tyler promised.
Once they were back on the coastal bike path, Tyler rode until he reached one of the many coves along the shoreline.
"Why are you stopping?" Alexis called, flush with need. She followed him off the path and dropped her bike onto the sand. He moved toward her and smoothly engulfed her in his arms.
"Can't wait another minute," he said huskily. He kissed her passionately and Alexis could feel the extent of his excitement even through the thick cotton of her dress.
"Neither can I," she whispered and slipped off her flip-flops.
Feeling the sand beneath her feet and in between her toes, she glanced down with uncertainty. Her first time with Tyler promised to be one uncomfortable ride if she succumbed now. And as much as she wanted him, she didn't want to worry about ridding herself of sand in all the wrong places.
"Ugh," Alexis said in frustration.
Tyler pulled back and gave her a quizzical look. "That's not exactly the kind of reaction I was hoping for," he said.
"I'm just annoyed with myself," she admitted. "I can't…do this here." She leaned her head against his chest. "I'm sorry."
He lightly touched her cheek. "Don't be sorry. You're right. I want this to be perfect and romantic and there's nothing romantic about rubbing your skin raw with nature's loofa."
"Sounds like you've had some experience," Alexis teased. He gazed into her eyes and smiled faintly. "God, you're beautiful."
"Let's get back to your house before the shellfish spoils," she said.
"Yes, blame it on the shellfish. You know you want to jump me," he taunted her.
"Admit it."
The moment they arrived at the house, they threw down their bikes and Tyler hastily unlocked the door. He lifted her up and tossed her over his shoulder before barreling into the house.
"Tyler," she squealed.
"Admit it," he said again.
"I admit it," she wailed. "I want to jump you, bone you, fillet you. Whatever it takes."
He carried her straight to the bedroom where he eased her down to the floor in front of the bed. His need for her was uncontrollable. His hands moved under her dress and she moaned when she felt his fingers shift the crotch of her panties aside and slide inside of her. She was so wet with desire and it took all of Tyler's self-control not to rip off his pants and have her right then. But he wanted to make the moment last. He'd waited so many years; he wanted to feel every second of their passion and every inch of her body.