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stubble-roughened skin of his jaw.
    â€˜Are you sure?’
    She pulled back to look in his eyes. ‘Don’t you want to?’
    â€˜Oh, honey,’ he choked on a laugh. ‘I want like you wouldn’t believe. But don’t feel like you have to—’
    â€˜Oh, I have to. I absolutely have to.’ Smiling with relief, she ran her hands over his chest, marvelling at hisphysique. He was tall and big but not body-builder beefy. Rather he was long and lean. His skin stretched smooth and warm over him—not an ounce of fat beneath, just honed muscles. High Definition in the flesh. And so much better than any onscreen star. He tensed even more as she spread her hands wide over the light sprinkle of hair, the tips of her little fingers teasing ever so lightly over his mouth-watering nipples.
    Yes. She wanted like she couldn’t believe as well.
    She reached up and kissed him, sucking his lip into her mouth, feeling a weird freedom to explore every kind of fantasy with him. Because this was all fantasy now—a fantasy moment on a fantasy beach that she had to make the most of. His hands encircled her waist and she kissed him as if she’d never kissed another—with nothing but passion, hiding none of her need. Not feeling in the least self-conscious or shy or inadequate, just turned on and ready for pure pleasure, pure indulgence.
    She knelt closer, pressing on his lap. ‘Come on.’ She wanted him in her and pounding hard, hard, hard.
    â€˜Make me.’ His eyes glittered with diamond-bright light.
    Anticipation tingled through her at his challenge. How reckless of him—it was more than an invitation to play, she wanted to torture. She wanted to drive him wild. To make him shake and beg for release as he’d made her. And she wanted him to have an orgasm like the one that was still sending aftershocks along her nerves, leaving her with that incredible driving need for more.
    He was utterly motionless as she undid the button on his long denim shorts, and unzipped them. His erection sprang free. Commando man, huh? She pushed his chest. He smiled and lay back onto the sand, the water lapping his skin. Astride him in her underwear, she looked downat the embodiment of sensual perfection. He knew what he was doing, he totally knew. An experienced lover. But that was OK, because today she wanted the best. She’d never had the best of experiences in bed, never been brilliant, as her ex had brutally informed her, but now the lingering high from the most awesome orgasm of her life gave her confidence, and from the way Jack’s muscles were straining she thought she had a shot at not bad.
    So her smile matched his in wickedness. Until she realised she didn’t know where to touch, which bit to kiss. She bit her lip, let her finger walk over him to start while she decided. The rippling reaction of his muscles was inspiring—so she let her mouth follow the path. All too soon she knew what she wanted, the crunching urge deep inside her womb fuelled her passionate hunger to take him in her mouth and pleasure him until he’d only be able to see stars—right now. Straight to the joystick.
    Her hand clamped round the base of his erection. He groaned as she kissed him. She felt his whole body tense up even more. She licked the head of him, swirling her tongue over the thick ridge. And then she opened up and took him in. He was big, silky soft and iron hard and she couldn’t get enough of him. She pumped her hand to match the movement of her mouth, intoxicated by the scent of him and the taste of salt, the heat of the sun beating down on her back. His breathing was as laboured as hers now so she used both hands, her tongue, and increased her speed and suction.
    â€˜Kelsi,’ he gasped. ‘If you want what I think you want then you have to stop.’ His fingers dug into her arms. ‘Now.’
    Flushed, she lifted her head and looked up at him. She firmed