Waking Up With Dr Off-Limits. Amy Andrews

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      CHAPTER TWO

      THE next morning Adam sat on his board out to sea with a line of other eager early morning surfers, waiting for the next wave to come in.

      It was probably going to be a while.

      The surf was non-existent. The ocean was flat and glassy, with just an occasional gentle swell bobbing him in the water.

      But for Adam, surfing was about more than the waves. Sure, he liked the exhilaration of riding a monster wave as much as the next guy, but what he enjoyed most was this. The sense of stillness, of the world waking up, of being connected to the planet, in tune with its pulse.

      The sun was rising rapidly in the sky behind him, spreading golden fingers over a still sleepy Coogee. It was already warm on his shoulders, shaping up to be another scorcher no doubt.

      The light murmur of his fellow surfers melded perfectly with the distant sounds of the sea lapping against the beach.

      Everything was as it should be.

      Except for that damn image of Jess in nothing but a towel, with water droplets clinging to her skin, that had lodged itself stubbornly into his grey matter.

      Prior to yesterday Adam had probably never given Jessica Donaldson a second thought. Sure, she was a nice enough kid but he doubted they’d ever said more than a handful of things to each other in the last three years.

      Jess was just a friend of his sister’s who, along with Ellie and Tilly, had helped Ruby with the rent in his Hill St house.

      Why had he never noticed her incredible bone structure before? Or how hot that little pink mouth was?

       Because.

      Adam gave himself a shake.

      Because she was barely out of her teens, that’s why! Twenty-three, for crying out loud.

      The only other time he’d dated a woman in her early twenties, Francine, it had been an unmitigated disaster—one that he had no intention of repeating.

      Once bitten, twice smart.

      Younger women were complicated. They had romantic stars in their eyes. They wanted things. Like declarations of love.

      They were needy. He didn’t do needy.

      He did sophisticated. Worldly. Independent.

      Women. Not girls.

      And he wasn’t about to start just because he’d dreamed about Jess and that mouth all through his marathon eighteen-hour sleep.

      He felt things begin to stir beneath his boardies as they had earlier, prodding him from his slumber, and he looked up at the headlands either side of Coogee bay, determined to distract himself. To focus on something—anything—other than Jess.

      He could see a couple at the monument to the Bali bombing victims and further back towards the front a lone jogger pounded the footpath, the majestic Norfolk pines forming a dramatic backdrop. His gaze lifted higher, to the hilly suburban sprawl behind and the Eastern Beaches Hospital perched atop, dominating it all. He could even see his house from here, his eyes easily locating the double-storey monstrosity badly in need of some TLC.

      His gaze fell on Jess’s window and he found himself wondering if she was still asleep.

      Did she sleep nude, like he did?

      Had it been her plan yesterday to shimmy the towel off her body and just drop straight into bed?

      He closed his eyes as a vision of him brushing his mouth across a bare shoulder blade assailed him. Her skin would be cool from the kiss of the air-con and he could almost feel the tiny hairs feathering her skin brush his mouth as they stood to attention beneath his lips.

      His groin stirred again and he almost groaned out loud. This was madness!

      What he really needed was a date. Obviously it had been too long if he was lusting after a woman—a young woman—twelve years his junior.

      And it’d been a long time since he’d had any female company.

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