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Husky, low. “I was thinking maybe you could.”

Oh good lordie me!

Amused glances from passers-by met the Shaggin’ Wagon as they parked outside the pub.

A guy walking past smirked at Oliver as he jumped out. “Lives up to its name does it, mate?”

Oliver gave a thumbs up and when she joined him said, “Maybe we should give them something to really talk about.”

“What?” Her eyes rounded. “You meanhere?”

His arm circled her waist, and he angled her to fit against his hip. “You know, for all your talk, you are not as much of a risk taker as you make out.” His warm breath at her ear sent a shower of tingles down her spine. “First the oysters, now this.” His lips pressed a kiss close to her mouth. “Are you going to disappoint me again?”

Oh, that was fighting talk.

She lifted her chin. “Challenge accepted.”

The pressure of his thighs, the strength of his arms turned her weak as a kitten. But even more amazing, she realised as his lips touched hers, was the fact thatcontrolledsensible Oliver was being outrageouslyspontaneous.

So right here, in the main drag of Streaky Bay in front of the Shaggin’ Wagon, with strangers passing by, Felicity gave herself completely to kissing the handsomest, most adorable man in the universe. For quite some time.

When someone shouted from across the street, “Get a room, will ya?” they separated, laughing.

As Oliver’s gaze sizzled heat through her, the reality of the situation sank in.

What came next had to be Streaky Bay pharmacy.

When an hour later they’d signed into the chalets in the caravan park—the only place available, small and basic, but clean and respectable and right on the beach, and with a lovely queen-sized bed, Felicity took hold of Oliver’s collar and walked him backwards onto it.

They lay on the bed kissing for what seemed like hours. Exploring each other’s mouths, first with gentle lapping kisses, and then fuller, deeper, tongues duelling as the urgency built in both of them.

When she couldn’t take it anymore, she stood up and stepped out of her panties with the biggest smile on her face, and sat on the edge of the bed again.

“That’s an offer I can’t refuse.” Oliver groaned, knelt down and buried his head in her pussy. Her eyelids closed, all her senses focused on his tongue moving into her, so deep and thick and satisfying, like velvet through wet silk. She pressed her palms down on the bed, let her head fall back, closed her eyes and the darkness was like velvet too. The warmth of his hands splayed on her hips, the softness of his hair between her legs, the way he took so much care not to bump her scar all merged into something so tender and exquisite that Felicity was worried she just might die and go to heaven even before she came, and that would be such a terrible waste.

She needed to feel him buried deep inside her, she realised.

She grabbed his hair and rather unceremoniously pulled his head up, and his glistening mouth and the wild dark look of passion in his eyes was nearly enough to make her come right then and there.

“I want you inside me,” she gasped out.

“You wouldn’t rather I…” He dipped his head again and lapped her once more, long and languorous. “Oh god, yes, but no…” Another tug and he’d joined her on the bed, and feverishly her hands ripped at his shirt.

After a few more seconds of wild fumbling, they gave up and both focused on getting their own gear off as fast as possible.

This. Could. Not. Wait.

With a wickedly sexy grin Oliver tossed the condom pack to her, and to her amazement she caught it, despite being completely distracted by the beautiful swollen length of his cock, hard and ready for her to just sink right onto it.

“I really want to be on top,” she sighed, but truth was, straddling a guy had never worked. “But I can’t… my leg won’t do that…” It was just a sad fact of life.

He tilted her chin, eyes searching her face. “Just tell me what works for you.”

“If I lay on my right side and you lie behind me,” she said, then to lighten how intense and intimate this felt, she dimpled. “Kind of side-on doggy, I guess.”

“Ah, the karma sutra according to Felicity.” He laughed softly. So, they lay together on the bed, and he moved behind her. It felt wonderful, his body pressed into her back. The only sadness was she couldn’tseehim.

And then she glanced over at the wall and there in the mirrored wardrobe door was everything she could have hoped for.

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