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bikini.
    His arousal thickened as he skimmed his mouth up the soft fabric of her bathing suit. When he reached her belly button, he stopped and raised his head. “Look at me.”
    She pushed onto her elbows, and met his gaze. He sucked in a breath and fought hard to control the hunger, the need, burning inside. Her golden eyes glittered with desire. The rapid rise and fall of her chest drew his attention to her breasts, where the tips of her nipples pierced her top. When he finally forced his gaze back to hers, she cocked a brow and tilted the corner of her mouth. So sultry, so sexy, and, if he wasn’t mistaken, she’d just challenged him.
    Jenna wanted sex, no-strings attached. He wanted sex, with plenty of strings. But instead of getting busy with her, he was busy trying to decipher his emotions. He didn’t like it, but he loved the way she rested the arch of her foot on his shoulder and spread her legs wider.
    Unable to deny her blatant invitation, he swirled his tongue over her belly button. “So you want to have fun,” he said, purposefully using her words, then nipped her skin.
    Her only response was a quick intake of breath.
    He ran his hand from her calf to her hip, then settled his fingers on the straps holding her bikini bottom together. “I think we could have lots of fun.” He plucked at the ties until they loosened and gave way. The bright blue material instantly sagged, but not enough to uncover her. While trying to maintain some decorum of control, something hard to do with only a scrap of material keeping him from fulfilling his fantasies, he ran the tip of his fingers along her skin until he grazed soft curls. Before he shoved the bikini aside, he feathered his fingers into those curls until he found her swollen, slick opening.
    She sucked in another breath, raised her hips a fraction, and shifted her eyes to where he worked his fingers. The way she watched him, eyes glimmering gold, lips parted, had him hard and shaking. But he had a point to prove. One he wanted to make before he took this so-called kiss further.
    He inserted a finger, she gasped.
    “Oh yeah,” he said. “I think we can have lots of fun and I can’t wait to see where this leads.”
    She met his gaze then. “So what are you waiting for,” she challenged and pressed herself against his hand. The subtle shift caused his finger to drive deeper.
    At this point, he didn’t think his penis could become any harder. But his dick wasn’t allowed to come out and play today. As much as he wanted to have sex with Jenna, he wouldn’t. Otherwise he’d prove nothing to her, or to himself. He refused to be her boy toy and worried that once he gave her what she desired, a little carefree fun and multiple orgasms, she’d be on her way. Back to her regular routine, her regular life, a life that didn’t include him outside of friendship.
    She hitched her hips higher, pressed against his hand.
    Then again, maybe he should give her a taste of what’s to come. Give her the sexual satisfaction she craved. Not to string her along, but to take the edge off and leave her begging for more of his kisses, and his alone.
    Decision made, he couldn’t resist sinking a second finger into her. So tight, so hot, he couldn’t wait for the day when his cock would replace his fingers. Not today, though. Today was about her pleasure. And he planned to do everything within their no-sex, kissing-only guidelines, to give her that pleasure.
    He drove his fingers deep. The bikini bottom gaped open and gave him an eyeful of dark blonde curls. Unable to resist, he slid his fingers in until her wetness coated him, then he drew his hand to his mouth.
    She widened her eyes as he licked his fingers. On a moan, she drove her hands through his hair and applied pressure to his head, urging him between her thighs.
    With a hint of a smile, he bent his head and kissed her inner thigh, edged his way closer to her soft curls. But the sudden pressure in his chest made him pause.