Page 46 of The Friend

“I think I’ve got it.” She wrenched his shirt open, sending buttons flying and pinging on the marble tiles. He moaned as she leaned forward and planted her lips against his bare chest.

If he could have any wish it would start like this, with the woman he wanted so much it hurt undressing him with eager fingers and bedroom eyes.

He’d fantasised about this moment every waking second for the last few hours, needing to assuage his hunger for her with a drive that bordered on obsession.

Considering they’d already had sex it should’ve taken the edge off. Instead, his hunger grew every time he glimpsed her smile while they worked, with every coy glance she sent him. Now, with her exploring his chest like a woman who couldn’t get enough, he was ready to explode.

“I’ll go easier on the pants,” she murmured, her hands flitting around the waistband, driving him crazy in the process.

Whatever happened to seducing her, taking it slow and making this memorable? Damned if he knew and damned if he cared. Her eager response was all that mattered now; that, and the fact the woman of his dreams wanted him as much as he wanted her.

“Shall I?” Her tentative, whispered question, combined with her fingertips lightly skimming the sensitive skin of his waist, had him picturing icebergs and blizzards before he totally lost it.

“Go ahead, sweetheart.”

He sucked in a sharp breath as she fiddled with the belt buckle, the tinkle of metal unfastening, the rasp of leather, and the smooth slide of a zip turning him on more than he thought possible.

When her fingers slid inside the waistband of his boxers and brushed his cock, he groaned, reaching for her blindly. She leaned forward and ran her tongue along his collarbone, sending his libido skyrocketing and the last of his good intentions to take things slow flying out the window on the balmy tropical breeze.

She wanted him. He wanted her. Plenty of time for taking it slow later. Right now, blinded by insatiable lust, he had no option but to satisfy the hunger raging through his body.

He dipped his head and kissed her, plundering her mouth with the desperation of a parched man finally slaking his thirst.

Abby moaned, her soft sounds exciting him further as she pressed her hips against him. He ached for her, desperate to bury himself in her, frantic to pleasure them both until they lay spent and gasping for air.

“Help me out of this.” She struggled to locate the zipper on her dress.

“Allow me,” he said, tugging it with so much force it almost came apart in his hand.

“That’s better.” She stared into his eyes as she shimmied out of the dress, allowing it to pool around her ankles in a sliver of red silk.

He broke the stare, unable to keep his eyes off the heart-stopping sight of the woman who meant the world to him wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of white lace knickers, a pair of seriously hot red shoes, and a sexy smile.

“Shoes off?” She wiggled her toes, all too aware of the power she had over him, and he growled, pulling her into his arms and nuzzling her neck.

“The shoes stay but you can lose these.”

Before she could utter a word he ripped off her panties and she laughed, a purely joyous sound that rippled over him in a seductive wave.

“At the rate we’re going we’ll have to buy each other a new wardrobe in the morning.”

Sliding his hands over her butt and pulling her against him, he said, “I like the idea of having you walk around with no panties, so sorry, I’m not agreeing to the new wardrobe thing.”

“Pervert.”

“Babe.”

“Sex fiend.”

He wanted to continue the word games but with his cotton boxers the only thing standing between him and heaven, he capitulated quickly. “Guilty as charged. Now, where were we?”

“About here.” Her hand insinuated its way between their bodies, grasping his cock through the cotton and stroking the length until he had to release his grip on her butt and lose the boxers in record time.

“You know I had visions of draping your body in gerbera petals, eating strawberries off your breasts, and drinking Chardonnay out of your navel?”

She smiled and pushed him back onto the bed, straddling him. “I’m all for romance and foreplay, but how about we save that stuff for later? Right now I want you, Calloway. Real bad.”

Unable to keep the smug grin off his face, Judd ran his hands up her torso, starting at her waist and gliding upwards over smooth skin, circling her breasts, delighting in her gasp when he skimmed her nipples with his palms.

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