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"You're fast," she laughs, chest heaving. I watch the way her shirt stretches across her breasts with every breath, those perky nipples begging for attention.

Her soft 'please' is all the permission I need. I wrench her shirt up to her neck, growling deep in my throat when I realize she doesn't have a bra on.

"God damn it, Isla. You're absolute perfection." The last word is muffled as I close my mouth over the tip of one breast, circling her nipple with my tongue before drawing it in deep. She moans, her body arching, reaching for me, demanding more. I move my way up to her mouth, unable to resist drinking in the sweet moans flowing from her soft lips. She tastes like sunshine and maple syrup, with the slight bitterness of coffee, and I'm obsessed. I grab her chin, coaxing her mouth wider, delving into her heat with rough strokes of my tongue. The second I release her wrists, she wraps her arms around my neck, drawing me closer until I'm sure we'll sink through the sand to the other side of the earth. I groan into her mouth when she starts rocking her hips against mine, the heat between her legs like the Bermuda triangle. I know once I go there, there's no going back.

I can't fucking wait.

"I need to cool down before I combust," I pant, climbing off her, holding my hands out to help her up. She rolls her eyes and pouts, but I'm used to it by now. Staying in control for both of us hasn't been easy. There have been so many times where I've wanted to say fuck it and bury myself nine inches deep. I take a deep breath, willing my cock to settle down.

"Are you okay?" she asks, looking up at me with bright eyes, her cheeks pink, lips swollen from kissing.

"No."

"We could–"

"No, Isla."

She lifts her shirt, flashing her tits, before flipping me the bird and running like her life depends on it. I chase her up a dune and into the grass, tackling her to the ground, and rip off her shorts and panties. My head is buried between her legs before she has time to process what's happening. I groan against her pussy lips. She's already wet and so fucking sweet. The sound of the waves swallow up her cries as I devour her, licking, nipping, and biting until she's a squirming mess. Until her body is straining toward my mouth, every cell yearning for what only I can give her. I push up her shirt, palming her breast, worshipping the only woman I'll ever want for the rest of my life.

"Come for me, baby," I murmur, lapping up her juices before sealing my mouth to her clit and sucking. She scrapes her nails over my scalp, clenching her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer. I slide two fingers deep inside, and she explodes, soft skin and lithe muscle spasming beneath me, around me. I keep up the rhythm and then slowly ease her down, resting my cheek against the soft skin of her inner thigh, breathing hard.

"I could do that forever. I swear to god," I pant, my pulse pounding, demanding more.

"You have me forever if forever is what you want, Henry," she says, licking her lips, her color high in her cheeks.

"If?" I throw my head back and laugh, standing and lifting her into my arms. "Ifwas never part of the equation, baby girl. Do you know how long I've been waiting to hear you say that?" She shrieks as I carry her across the beach and wade into the water, trying to climb my body to escape the waves. Neither of us is ready for the shock of cold water, but I know we both need to cool the fuck off. If I'm not careful today, all of my plans will go to crap, and I'll be buried deepinside her in a gas station bathroom. I only have to stay in control for 12 more hours. I can do this.

I think.

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Ithrow my arm over my face, blocking the morning sun from searing my eyelids. I sneak a look at Henry, and I'm pretty sure I ovulate right then and there. He looks like a statue carved from marble–all supple skin and mouth-watering muscle. His arms are stretched over his head, drawing my attention to his perfectly formed abs. I've never wanted to lick someone as much as I want to lick him. All the way from the hollow of his neck down to that magnificent cock.

"Can I help you?" he rasps, opening one eye and squinting at me like he knows exactly what I'm thinking.

"You can help me by fucking me," I say, not mincing my words.

"I'llmake loveto you tonight, Isla."

Hmph.

"ThenI'll fuck this goddamned frustration out of both of us." My breath catches in my throat, and I choke, nearly coughing up a lung. "Is that what you want, Isla?" he asks, looking at me.

"I want everything you're willing to give me, Henry, and I want it hard." He bites his lip, his gaze slowly sliding down my body. My insides clench like I'm on the verge of a full-body orgasm. "You can't look at me like that."

"Like what?" He pushes up on his elbow, the tip of his tongue poking out to moisten his lips. His eyes are glued to my tits, trying to coax my nipples to attention. And it fucking works. I close my eyes, breathing deeply, desperately trying to wrangle the need before it shreds my control. When I open my eyes, the first thing I see is Henry's cock nearly touching his stomach, and restraint flies out the window. Before he can protest, I'm straddling his torso, his cock snug against my ass crack.

"Don't you dare," he breathes, swallowing hard, his hands convulsing on my hips.

"I won't." I lie down on top of him, cradling his head between my arms, tucking my face into the crook of his neck. He wraps his arms around my waist, his breath ruffling my hair. And we just lie there with the salty breeze kissing our bare bodies. In all my years, this may be the most intimate thing I've done with a man I haven't slept with.

"Can we just lie here forever?" He presses his lips to my hair, his voice rough. "We can hide away from the world, just you and I."

"What about your brothers?"

"They don't have to know."

"Would you rather not share?" I ask, terrified to ask the question that's been in the back of my mind for a while now.

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