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Would she arch her back for me again and give me more of those feminine whimpers I’ve been dizzy over?

“Post it now,” I whisper, but the words are firm, as is the request.

Slowly, she reaches for her phone and taps on the screen a few times as Hawaiian music in the distance grows muffled by my heart thundering in my ears.

And blood rushes south.

“Done.”

The word barely leaves her sinful lips before I grip the back of her neck and crash my mouth to hers.

She opens wide for me to taste more of her, and I indulge as if she were a tall glass of water on a hot day. I could get addicted to her taste as easily as a drug.

Sam matches each swipe of my tongue with her own and climbs up the front of me like a tree, her strong legs squeezing my waist.

Grunting, I grip her under both thighs and press her back to the side of the pool, my front flush against her slick body.

She’s slippery, as is our kiss.

It’s wet and heated and frantic.

I angle her head to the side and nip at her neck as she breathes my name in my ear, arousing me further.

The sweet and unique smell of her coconut lotion makes my mouth water, and even though she’s showered and this isn’t the ocean, I still lap up the faint taste of salt on her skin. Spending as much time as we have on the beach makes it seem like we’ll never wash the bitter substance away.

I’ll never be able to washheraway.

She’s lit something inside me that was dull and mundane before we stepped off the plane a week ago.

And I want to bask in it—consequences be damned.

With new and determined urgency, I slide my hand into her sexy bikini top and cup her perky breast, the weight of it perfect in my palm.

She gasps, and her grip on my shoulders tightens, as do her legs around me. “More,” she pleads. “Give me more, Xander.”

“Whatever you want, gorgeous.” I pepper kisses along her jawline, then dip my head chin deep below the water to pay special attention to her hard nipple.

My mouth covers the tight bud, and the small waves of the pool wash over my tongue as I lick and suck and nip. She gasps again, but it sounds more surprised than the first.

And I want to continue to catch her off guard. To have her writhing. To hear my name fall from her lips again.

I suck harder and gently bite down, reveling in the feel of her.

The taste of her.

What would it feel like if I tastedallof her?

I hoist her onto the edge of the pool and throw her legs open wide, which earns me the mother of all gasps.

“I want to make you come, Sam.” I narrow my gaze at her, and her chest expands at a rapid rate as she peers down at me through hazy eyes. “On my tongue.”

I dive between her thighs, only one thing on my mind as I place a greedy kiss over her swimsuit.

I growl. “This bikini has been torturing me for days.”

“Rip it. I don’t care. Just… I need you.” She leans down, bringing my face to meet her halfway for a searing kiss while I run my finger along the seam of her heat, the soaked fabric the only thing separating me from bliss.

Moving her dripping bikini bottoms aside, I break the kiss and dig in—literally.

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