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They pause in the clearing, gleefully gossiping aboutpoorAvery’s humiliation. I just know that if they see me, they’ll have a million last-minute questions and queries and teeny-tiny requests, so I creep around the side of the bungalow, staying in the shadows until I reach the back windows.
Inside, Josh is sprawled on the couch, idly scrolling on his phone.
I lightly tap on the glass.
He looks up, startled. Then he sees me, and his confusion turns to amusement.
“There is a door, you know,” he says, opening the window.
“Shh,” I hush him. “Let me in!”
He chuckles, helping me clamber inside. “Who are you hiding from?”
“Everyone,” I reply, straightening up and brushing off my dress. “I swear, every person in this resort wants to have a long, meaningful conversation tonight. It took me forever to get away.”
“I was beginning to think you changed your mind,” Josh says, giving me a slow grin.
“Nope,” I reply, trying to sound casual, and not like I’ve basically sprinted the length of the resort to get to him. “I made it. And I’m officially off the clock.”
“Good. Drink?” he offers, turning to the mini-bar. “We’ve got champagne, or bourbon, and I can call up to room service for?—”
I launch myself at him.
Cool and collected? Not exactly. But I’ve been panting for this man all day, and now that he’s so close, and we’re finally alone, I can’t help myself. I grab a handful of his shirt, and pull him down, kissing him hard with everything I have.
And it’sspectacular.
Josh sounds a low, sexy groan, and then his arms are around me, and we’re up against the wall, his tongue in my mouth and my body crushed up against him, necking like a couple of teenagers ten minutes before curfew.
Yes!
After hours of low, teasing tension between us, I’m just about at boiling point, and there’s no holding back now. I touch him greedily, my hands roaming over his torso, clawing at the linen of his shirt and reveling in the feel of his solid muscular body. Josh jams a thigh between my legs, pinning me to the wall with a delicious friction as he licks his way down my neck; his breath rasping and his hips already bucking against me, the hard ridge of his cock pressing into my stomach and filling me with a fresh wave of lust.
It's filthy and frantic, and I can’t get enough. “Off,” I manage to gasp, tugging at his shirt. Josh obligingly strips it over his head, and then his mouth is on me again, blazing a molten path over the curve of my breasts. He yanks my dress lower, licking and sucking at my bare nipples, and I can’t help but moan, arching up against him, impatiently grinding against his thigh.
“Christ, Hazel…” Josh groans, tearing his mouth from me. He’s panting, his eyes dark with lust as he gazes down at me; up against the wall here with my dress crumpled around my waist and my naked breasts damp from his kisses. “We can slow down?—”
“Don’t you dare.” I bury my face in his neck, intoxicated by the scent of him, and the feel of his bare skin on mine. I’m already so crazy, my whole body feels lit up; electrified. “Don’t stop,” I beg him. “I want you. Just like this.Now.”
“Fuck.” Josh’s voice is ragged, and then he’s hiking my skirt higher, his fingers sliding between my legs, finding me right where I’m aching the most. He hisses, body going tense against me. “Aww, baby, you’re so wet.”
“I told you,” I gasp, muffled against his skin. “I always get wet with you.”
Josh huffs a laugh, and then his fingers are inside me, thrusting deep, and I just about lose my mind.
“Josh!” I cry out, clinging to him as he pulses, spreading his fingers wider, flexing thickly, just right.Fuck. I throw my head back, gasping, practically impaled to the wall by his fingers and his solid weight and-- “Ohgod.”
“That’s right,” he growls, thrusting faster. He angles his hand, and thenfuck, his palm is pressed against my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me with every motion. “Grind on them, sweetheart. Let me see you come.”
Heat blooms in my cheeks, but there’s no room for self-consciousness now, not with Josh’s eyes fixed on mine, dark and insistent, and his fingers—fuck, his fingers inside me, working miracles, driving me higher as my body trembles and my breath stutters and there’s nothing I can do to stop the wave of sensation rising, rising–
I shatter with a cry, pleasure slamming through me and blotting just about everything from my mind. Damn.
Damn.
I surface, gasping, to find Josh still watching me, his pupils bright with lust. “Christ, you’re gorgeous,” he mutters hoarsely, reaching to cup my jaw. He kisses me deeply, and I melt against him, flushed and reeling – and already hungry for more.
I reach for his belt. “Condom?” I manage to blurt, already closing my palm around him through his pants.
