Page 31 of The Friend

Water streamed from his eyes as another wave broke over them but not before he glimpsed the flash of fire in her gaze, the sexy smile curving her lips.

“Come on, Weiss, you know you want to.”

He released his grip around her waist slightly, enough to tickle her skin, relishing how incredible she felt, slick and smooth under his palms.

She clamped her lips together and shook her head in response, wriggling even harder to escape.

“Okay, you asked for it.” He pulled her on top of him and kissed her with every ounce of pent-up need coursing through his body, brushing his hands over her skin, hot and wet and oh-so-tempting.

It took all of five seconds for her to capitulate.

“Truce,” she whispered against the side of his mouth, raising her head to stare down at him, her gaze unfocussed, her tempting lips parted.

His hands stilled though he didn’t let go, relishing the weight of her lying on top of him, soft, wet, and compliant in his arms.

“Smart girl.” He brushed away her damp ponytail as it flopped onto her cheek, rubbing the strands between hisfingertips, honey brown turned golden treacle when wet. “About that debt you owe me…”

She smiled, a smouldering smile designed to shoot down what little control he had left. “Fine. I’ll pay up. What do you want?”

“What do you have to offer?”

He waited for her answer, knowing what he wanted her to say. He had trouble breathing and knew it had as much to do with anticipation as having Abby lying on top of him wet and semi-naked, her blue eyes luminous in the moonlight.

His concentration had been shot to pieces the moment he first stepped into the cabana, the sight of her luscious body clad in that skimpy purple bikini driving all rationale thought from his mind.

It had taken every ounce of willpower to act cool in the face of temptation, to not give in to the wild, driving need pulsing through him.

“What do I have to offer?” She cupped his face, stared him straight in the eyes, and said, “Me.”

Judd groaned and covered her mouth with his, the last of his self-control shredding as she pressed down on him, kissing him like she couldn’t get enough.

Her tongue delved into his mouth, entwining with his while waves crashed around them, refreshingly cool against his inflamed skin where she lay along the length of him.

“I’ve waited so long to do this,” he murmured, breaking the kiss to slide her upwards, giving him easy access to fasten his mouth over her nipple, filling his hands with her breasts, savouring their weight, anticipating the exact moment he could whip off her skimpy top and have them bare and luscious in his hands.

“Ooh…please…”

Abby’s whole body quivered as Judd used his teeth to tease her nipple through the lycra, nipping, biting, moving to her other breast and back, shards of sensation exploding beneath his mouth and shooting through her body, washing away any last lingering doubts she may have had.

How could something that felt so good, so right, be anything other than destiny?

His tongue delved in the valley between her breasts, laving her skin as if he couldn’t get enough, before slowly trailing upwards to kiss her, the taste of salt and sin on his lips.

“You’re delicious,” he murmured, his mouth repeatedly grazing hers, teasing her, pleasing her, making her shiver with pure hunger for him as he reached between their bodies, toying with the elastic of her bikini bottoms before sliding one finger, then another, inside her.

“Cabana. Now.” She groaned as he circled her clitoris repeatedly, massaging her with an expertise that made her gasp out loud, “Oh yeah, just like that.”

As her climax built fast she writhed on top of him, her body a mass of coiled nerve endings ready to unravel with the next flick of his finger.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he said, as she stiffened a second before falling apart all around him, her orgasm rocketing through her as she cried out his name, her low moan instantly lost in the crash of the breakers on the sand bar offshore.

Abby had no idea how long they lay there, her limbs limp as seaweed, her body overloaded with sensation.

Rolling her gently onto her side, Judd brushed the damp hair off her face, the banked heat in his eyes lighting a fire within her all over again.

“We didn’t make it to the cabana, huh?”

He smiled, tracing the outline of her face with the gentle precision of a blind man trying to read Braille. “Considering Idon’t carry protection around in my board shorts, I didn’t want to tempt fate.”

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