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  “Like here?” Josh murmured and his mouth traveled further down her body until he was licking a warm, wet trail around the cup of her naval.

  “Oh, no…please,” Phil gasped as the pleasurable sensation sent shock waves down her spine. She could feel herself getting wetter and hotter by the moment and she wondered how long Josh would draw this torture out.

  “What about here?” Josh asked, and moved down her body until he was planting soft, hot kisses right above the low slung border of the tiny red lace panties which barely covered her mound. “Or here?” he asked in a low voice, placing his lips directly on the little scrap of red lace that was all that separated him from her wet sex.

  Phil felt her breath catch in her throat as she remembered the last time his mouth had been in contact with that particular part of her anatomy. God, the memory of his fingers inside her, of his mouth on her was too much to resist.

  “Please,” she whispered, barely able to get the words out, “Please, Josh, don’t kiss me there. Don’t…don’t…”

  “Don’t go down on you?” he asked in a low, dangerous voice. “Don’t pull off your panties and spread you open so I can taste your hot little pussy? Is that what you’re asking?”

  Somehow, Phil managed to nod. “Please Josh, oh, God, please…please don’t do that to me,” she begged softly. She was panting now and it seemed hard to get a deep breath because of the way her heart was racing.

  “God, Phil, you’re making me crazy,” he growled, hooking his fingers into the thin side bands of the panties and pulling. They came off too quickly and one side snapped, making Phil gasp. She was going to owe Cass a whole new lingerie set—not that she cared at this point. She just wanted to feel Josh’s mouth on her, to feel him exploring her with his tongue, kissing her, licking her…

  She didn’t have to wait long. Before she knew it, Josh had pulled her to the edge of the mattress and positioned himself between her legs. Phil bit her lip to keep back a moan at the delicious sensation of his warm hands spreading her thighs even wider so he could get to her.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he told her again. “I love the way you look, love to breathe in your scent. I love that I can take my time with you and make you moan—I want to taste every bit of you. Want to eat your creamy pussy until you scream.” He planted a soft kiss on her inner thigh and looked up at her, a devilish glint in his eyes. “Is that what you want, Phil? Tell me—I want to hear you say it. All of it.”

  “Oh…” Phil moaned. She was trembling with need and it felt like her heart was beating in every part of her body at once. She was sure she couldn’t take this, but she knew what her lover wanted to hear. “No,” she whispered, reaching down to stroke her hand through his hair. “No, Josh. Please don’t…don’t go down on me. Please don’t make me scream.”

  “But I want to,” he almost whispered, still smiling at her. “I want to do this…” He kissed the slit of her swollen sex, making Phil gasp. “And this…” He spread her open with his thumbs, exposing her completely, and placed a soft, sucking kiss over the aching bud of her clit, making her jump and groan. “And this,” he murmured. Lowering his head, he licked a hot, wet trail from the bottom of her sex to the top.

  Phil cried out, unable to help herself, unable to care about how she sounded. All she could think about was his mouth on her, his tongue exploring her and the magical tingle that built with every delicious movement as he kissed and licked and sucked her.

  Josh looked up for a moment, his brown eyes drowning deep and his full mouth wet with her juices. “That’s right,” he told her in a hoarse voice. “Give it up for me, Phil. I love those soft little noises you make when you get hot. I love to hear you let it all go.” Then he cupped her hips in his hands and pulled her even closer, cradling her pelvis as though it was a bowl of water and he was a man dying of thirst.

  She gasped and arched her back, offering herself completely. When he had done this before in the RipTide dressing room, she had been standing up and it was impossible to be as open as she was now. But lying on the bed with Josh positioned between her legs, Phil realized she had never felt so vulnerable and yet so safe at the same time. It felt so good—so right. Josh had meant it when he said he wanted to take his time; he was exploring her thoroughly with his tongue, lapping her throbbing clit one moment and pressing his tongue deep inside her the next.

  Phil cried out as he sucked the aching bud of her clit into his mouth and began to draw slow patterns across it with the tip of his talented tongue. Where had he learned to do that? And why had she known him for so many years before she found out his hidden talents? When she thought of all the time she had wasted with Christian…but she didn’t want to think about that now. She just wanted to revel in the delicious feeling of being utterly and lovingly devoured as the tingling built inside her in a slow and steady arc.

  “No more,” she managed to gasp. “Please, Josh, no more!” Her begging seemed to make him redouble his efforts and before she knew it, Phil had both hands buried in his thick hair and she was pressing her pelvis up to meet him with complete abandon. She felt wild, shameless, and hotter than she could ever remember being in her life. This was Josh, she reminded herself, sweet, funny, sensitive Josh who could always make her laugh or talk her out of a bad mood. But there was another side of him, a hot, masculine, animal side that wanted to explore her, wanted to touch her in a way she had never been touched, to own her in a way she had never been owned.

  Phil reveled in the sensation of being opened and tasted and owned but when Josh entered her with two long, fingers, she knew she wanted more—needed more. His fingers and mouth felt so good, but she needed more to reach the peak. She needed Josh inside her.

  “Please,” she gasped, tugging at his hair. “Please, Josh, I…don’t want…don’t need…” She shook her head as he looked up at her, his eyes heavy lidded with desire.

  “What is it you don’t need, Phil?” he growled softly. “Tell me, baby. Let me know.”

  The soft endearment almost as much as the intense look in his eyes made Phil’s breath catch in her throat. “You,” she almost whispered. “Inside me, Josh. Please, I don’t need…”

  “All right.” Then he was on the bed beside her, cupping her cheek in his palm and sharing a sweet, hot kiss. Phil hummed in delight as he fed her the taste of herself. Finally they broke apart panting. She felt like she was going to explode if she didn’t have him.

  Phil stroked one hand down his warm, broad chest until she was tugging at the belt loops in the front of his jeans. “Don’t take these off,” she told him. “Don’t take them off, right now.”

  He grinned. “Pushy, aren’t you? I think I like that.” He slipped off the jeans and the shorts beneath and Phil was able to see for herself exactly how much he did in fact like it. She had seen most of him when they were trying on swimsuits, but this was the first time she’d ever seen him completely nude and she liked what she saw—all of it. His thick shaft was high and tight, close to his stomach, and it looked achingly hard. It was also quite a bit larger than what she was used to but really, she only had Christian’s to compare it with.

  “Can I…?” Phil raised her eyebrows at him in question and Josh nodded.

  “Sure, help yourself,” he said with a nervous laugh. “I just…” But his words trailed off when Phil closed her fingers around the hard, thick length of his shaft, delighting in the silky feel of his skin and the hot pulse of his desire in her palm. She felt the tingling between them spike higher at the intimate contact and smiled at the look on his face.

  “God, Phil!” Josh groaned low in his throat, a sound of almost painful bliss. He half closed his eyes and tilted his head back as though overcome by pleasure. “Your soft little hand feels so good but you can’t…you have to stop or this will be over before we get started. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you, how long I’ve dreamed of this moment. I can’t hold out if you keep touching me like that.”

  Reluctantly Phil released him