Page 47 of The Friend

“How bad?”

In response, she thrust her breasts into his hands and he chuckled, tweaking her nipples, rubbing them, loving the soft, panting sounds she made as she leaned forward towards his mouth.

“This bad.” She brushed a nipple over his lips and he obligingly enclosed the hardened peak with his mouth, suckingit until she writhed on top of him, taking him closer to the edge with each squirm.

“Protection. Now.”

He barely registered her demands as she settled over him, her slick entrance gliding over the tip of his cock in a slow, tantalising brush with ecstasy.

He reached over to the bedside table and sheathed himself quickly, almost losing it completely when she slid down a fraction in an attempt to give him some room to manoeuvre, the slight movement brushing her liquid heat over him again.

She lowered, enclosing him, taking in every inch, wearing nothing but a confident smile and those horny red shoes.

“Oh, yeah.” He grasped her waist, his hands fitting perfectly over her curves, content to let her set the pace while he tried to make this incredible experience last longer than a few minutes.

But Abby had other ideas and she increased her tempo, tilting her hips forward, brushing her breasts across his chest, draping her silky hair smelling of frangipanis and ocean breeze across his face, driving him to the brink of losing control in a heartbeat.

“Judd…”

Closing her eyes, she arched back at the precise moment he climaxed, his pleasure heightened by her orgasm a second later as she cried out his name one last time before collapsing forward and smothering him in a welcome armful of warm, satisfied woman.

“Sweetheart, that was incredible.” He cradled her close, smoothing her hair back from her face, wondering if she found their connection as unique as he did.

As a friend, she was the most important woman in the world to him and now…

As her eyes fluttered open and a coy smile curved her lips, the realisation of how much she meant to him slammed into him with the force of a tropical cyclone.

He loved her.

More than a friend, more than he’d ever loved anyone before.

But he didn’t do love. He didn’t know how.

His whole life to date had been shaped by his burning desire to be free. However, his new burning desire stared at him with a quizzical expression in her beautiful eyes.

“What’s the funny look about?” She cupped his cheek, tracing the curve of his jaw with a tender hand.

It would be the perfect time to tell her how she made him feel. But he hadn’t told her the truth about staying in Sydney yet and he didn’t want to complicate things until he’d come clean.

Once she knew the truth and accepted his change of heart, maybe she’d welcome the truth about his feelings too?

He could only hope. For now, he intended to make the most of the night with one incredibly sexy woman.

“Funny look, huh?” Capturing her hand, he brought it to his mouth, nibbling her fingertips before drawing her index finger into his mouth and sucking it, enjoying the look of sheer sensual shock on her face.

“Must be because I’m thinking about begging you to never take those shoes off,” he said, joining in her laughter as she lowered her mouth to his, their kiss a slow melding of lips and tongues that notched up the heat between them all over again.

“Play your cards right tonight and you never know what might happen,” she said, with a wink.

Judd hoped that come morning, she remembered how great they were together when he revealed his plans.

Chapter Twenty-One

For a smart business woman, Abby could be pretty dumb at times.

‘What happens on the island stays on the island.’

Had she really said that? Had she been delusional at the time? Considering how Judd made her feel whenever he glanced at her let alone touched her, probably.

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