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It must be the invitation he was waiting for, because Josh sounds a ragged groan, and then he’s pushing my dress higher, settling between my thighs and pushing my panties aside. I barely have time to think about how theone timeI’m wearing great lingerie and he doesn’t even notice before his mouth is on me, hot tongue lapping, and there’s no room for coherent thought at all.
Because oh. My. God!
He grips my thighs tightly anddevoursme. No teasing, or slow build, or half-hearted exploring, his rude, thick licks and a hungry pace make me cry out, clutching at him in stunned, blushing pleasure. It’sincredible. Josh feasts on me like I’m the damn banquet, lifting my hips to get a better angle as he spears his tongue inside me, reducing me to a gasping, moaning mess of sensation. I usually take a while to warm up with a guy, and relax enough to eventhinkabout coming, but he’s barely gotten started and there’s already pleasure racing through me. I can feel my legs lock and my toes start to curl as that telltale quicksilver coils low in my spine.
“Oh God,” I pant, startled by the force of my body’s reaction – and fuck, the sweet thrust of his fingers, suddenly curling inside me. I grab onto his shoulders, losing my grip on sanity by the second. “Oh my God, Josh…don’t stop!”
I feel him chuckle against me, and then those thick fingers are flexing deeper, pulsing just right, and he closes his mouth around my clit and justsucks. I shatter with a surprised scream, pleasure exploding through my body as I cling to him, and he licks me through it, not even pausing for breath as I clench and tremble, his tongue so soft and insistent and perfect, rightthere, that I can’t help but be swept straight into another wild, sweet orgasm.
What. The. Hell?
Josh finally releases me, and I fall back to the ground again, gasping, dazed with pleasure. Somewhere distant in the jungle, people are cheering over something, and I don’t blame them. If I could move a muscle, I’d give the man a standing ovation.
Because that was just the best damn non-sex of my life.
8
JOSH
It takes justabout every ounce of self-control I have to leave Hazel at her door with a chaste kiss, and go to bed alone, but considering I’ve known the woman all of forty-eight hours, and I’ve already made her come a public pathway where anyone could see…
This is already moving at light speed. I need to take a long, cold shower and get a grip.
On myself this time, and not her luscious hips.
But even though I jack off,twice, to the memory of her soft thighs wrapped tight around my ears and the surprised yelp she sounded before she came on my tongue, I still wake up hard as a rock, needing to do it all over again.
Christ, that woman is intoxicating.
And I want another taste.
Since ravishing Hazelsenseless isn’t on the agenda for the morning, I need to work off my tension another way. I head up to the resort pool, but I’m not the only one with a dawn workout in mind. My uncle Robert is already in the water, swimming steady laps in the early-morning hush.
“I should have known I’d find you here.” I smile, dumping my stuff on a nearby lounger. Robert’s always been an early riser, he swears it’s the secret to his success – and I guess I’ve always tried to mimic the habit, too.
“Morning, kid.” He greets me, slowing to tread water by the edge of the pool. “I thought I’d enjoy the peace and quiet, while I had the chance.”
I look around. It’s still early, and there’s just a few hotel staff setting out chairs and umbrellas, and the soothing sound of birdsong in the calm. “Where is everybody?” I ask, stripping down to my swimming trunks, and sliding into the cool water.
“Sleeping off last night, it turned into quite the party,” Robert says with a wry look. “I hit the hay pretty early. Did you have a late one?”
“Uh, you know, nothing too wild,” I lie, flashing back to Hazel’s chocolate-smeared body and the taste of her on my tongue, rich like candy and something far more intoxicating. Wild. Mind-blowing.
Unforgettable.
I clear my throat. “I figured I’d get a workout in before our busy schedule of—What is it today?” I ask, teasing. “His and hers tattoos? A tandem sky-dive?”
Robert chortles. “I know you’re joking, but I’ve still got some life in me left, kid. I could smoke you any day.”
“Want to bet?” I grin, then take off, cutting through the water with sure, steady strokes. My uncle laughs, and then kicks off, too, swimming slower laps behind me until we’re both panting and out of breath.
“Steam?” he suggests, as we climb out of the pool.
“Lead the way.”
The hotel spa is down the hill, and just as deserted, so we have the place to ourselves. My uncle ladles some fresh water on the coals, and we sprawl out in the wood-paneled sauna room. The heat suffuses my muscles, and it’s a sense memory that takes me straight back to when I was a kid, sweating it out with Robert at the local country club after a round of golf, whenever he was visiting in town. I was a scrawny kid, with zero athletic abilities, but Robert insisted I learn a respectable game. “You make all the deals that matter out here on the green, not in some boardroom,” he’d tell me, waiting patiently while I adjusted my swing. “Some things, they don’t teach you in those textbooks.”
I took his word as gospel, like everything he said back then. My mom is the one who raised me to be a functioning human: she taught me how to keep a house clean, and cook a decent meal, and separate my laundry for the wash. But back then, my uncle was larger than life figure to me: the fountain of all knowledge in the mysterious project of how to be aman– how to order a custom suit, and get the closest shave, and always pick up the check and tip double, too.
