Page 53 of The Tropical Romance Test

“Briefly,” I correct him. “For all of five seconds. Before you opened your mouth.”

His smile turns smoldering. “See, I don’t remember you complaining about what I do with my mouth…”

He takes a bite of one of the tiny cakes, holding my gaze the whole time. “Chocolate,” he says, licking frosting from his lip with a smirk. “You already know, it’s my favorite.”

Damn.

Does everything this man says have to remind me about our sizzling hook-ups? I can’t look at his hands, or mouth, or body without remembering them on me, driving me wild. Licking frosting from my thighs… gripping my hips… bearing down on me,insideme…

I need some space, before I’m the one gripping him, so I scramble to my feet – forgetting why I was on the floor in the first place.

“Owww!” I cry, as pain shoots up through my ankle. I crumple to the floor again – and into Josh’s lap as he catches me to him.

“What did you do that for?” he scolds me, breaking my fall. “Do you really need to get away from me that badly?”

I catch my breath, suddenly laying sprawled across his lap. He looks down at me with a strangely-tender smile, and dammit, I forget why it is I’m so mad at him. The damp tousled hair, and the knowing spark in his eyes, and the feel of his strong, muscular arms wrapped around me, safe and solid and unbearably hot…

Fuck it.

I reach for him, or maybe he’s the one who leans in first, I don’t care. All that matters is that my arms are up around his neck and he’s pulling me closer, our lips locked together in a wild, fevered kiss.

Yes!

I moan against him, my blood igniting with just one touch. It’s incredible, a slow, delicious melding of hot mouths, and cold, wet skin; Josh’s hands already blazing a burning trail up under my tank top, as I clutch a fistful of his damp T-shirt and yank him down for more. He breaks the kiss to lick along my jaw and nip at my neck, and then I have to laugh out loud.

“What?” he lifts his head, looking out of breath and irresistibly disheveled.

“I don’t understand how this always happens!” I’m overcome with giggles as I look down at my drenched clothing. “I’m wet again!”

“Are you?”

The heat in Josh’s gaze makes my laughter fade on my lips. I exhale in a rush.

Oh.

“You tell me…” I manage to whisper, and then Josh’s mouth is on mine again, hot and probing, and his fingertips are tracing over my breasts, making me moan as he traces lower still, over my wet tank top, coming to rest lightly on the waistband of my pants. I arch closer, instinctive, as he strokes me through the wet fabric.

“Josh…”

I gasp as his fingers finally slide beneath the silk, and under my panties, and then I’m burying my face in the crook of his neck, moaning into his skin as he finds me, sinking into the heat.

“Damn it, you’re right,” Josh’s voice is hoarse with need. “So fucking wet for me.”

I moan again, words are beyond me now he’s softly exploring, circling and dipping his fingers inside me. I writhe in his arms, pressing eagerly against his hand, trying to find the rhythm, trying to take him deeper as he slowly pulses and thrusts. “OhGod,” I gasp, clenching around him, feeling the tension coil with every languid, deliberate flex until suddenly, a climax breaks through my body, light and sweet…

And not nearly enough.

Josh groans against me, and then he’s tipping me gently to the floor, laying me back as he strips my clothes away. I wriggle out of my panties, already reaching for his belt. “Tell me you have a condom,” I gasp, closing my fist around the hard, straining length of his cock. “Because god, I’m going to lose my mind if you’re not inside me.Now.”

Josh thrusts against my hand. “Wallet… pack…” he mutters hoarsely, and I scrabble over my head to reach. Josh snatches it from me and rolls it on, then positions himself above me, braced on the dusty floor.

He spreads my thighs and thrusts into me slowly. So slow,fuck, I’m crying out from the delicious friction.

Oh my god.

Josh sounds a low groan as he sinks all the way to the hilt. I gasp for air, pinned there and reeling with pleasure at the feel of his cock buried so deep. God, it’s incredible, how he fills me perfectly, tight and thick andright.

“Fuck…” Josh gives a sharp chuckle, panting hard. “The way you feel, baby…”

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