Page 47 of The One That Got Away

‘You okay?’ His warm breath tickled the back of my neck. I wondered how close he was to me. ‘Are my hands too hot?’

‘No.’ I attempted to steady my voice. ‘They’re perfect.’

I hadn’t meant to gush, but they really were.

With every sweep of his big hands across my back, my body sparked. It’d been so long since I’d been touched by a man and I realised how much I’d missed it.

Any man I fancied could’ve affected me. But this wasMax. The guy who used to know exactly how and where to touch me. He played my body like he was a world-class musician playing his favourite instrument.

And that was when we were in our late teens. Max had matured a lot physically since then. With a body like that, I’m sure he wasn’t short of female attention. Women had swarmed around him back then. Especially when he got signed to play football professionally. He was hot before, but now he was pure fire.

As I thought about the bedroom skills he must’ve acquiredover the past twelve years, my nipples hardened and my clit pulsed.

‘You should be good now.’ Max lifted his hands away from me.

Already?

I’d massaged the lotion into his back for much longer than that. It wasn’t fair that he’d decided to stop so soon.

‘I’ll see you in a bit.’ I felt the bed move.

When I got up, Max was already at the pool and as he dived in, the water splashed up around him.

Wow. Touching me clearly repulsed him so much he couldn’t wait to get away.

I on the other hand was lying here with erect nipples and damp bikini bottoms.

If that was the effect that Max had on me after just a few minutes of touching my back, imagine how my body would react if he kissed me.

Or touched my boobs.

Or fucked me.

Another shot of desire pulsed within me.

But that wasn’t going to happen.

Not on this holiday.

Not ever.

And although, given our history, that was the sensible thing, there was still a part of me that thought that was a real shame.

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MAX

I wondered how much longer I’d have to stay in this pool before my boner went down.

It was hard enough (excuse the pun) trying to keep my dick under control when Stella was putting sun lotion on my back. I’d closed my eyes and thought about my unanswered emails, but even that didn’t work.

When Jasmine came over, Stella stopped, which gave me a few minutes to cool down. But when she’d suggested that I returned the favour I knew I was in deep shit.

Still, I’d agreed. I couldn’t exactly say no.

As soon as my hands connected to Stella’s skin, all the memories of how I used to touch her came flooding back.

I was so close I could smell her delicious, fruity scent and wanted to pepper kisses across Stella’s shoulders and run my hands all over her.

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