I feel Josh's pulse flutter in his throat, but he doesn't say anything. Maybe he doesn't know what to say.
My pulse is fluttering, too, because my heart is racing. Being in his arms, feeling his skin and smelling him — it is turning me on. I can feel desire coursing through me, and on impulse I lift my chin and kiss his neck, softly rubbing my tongue against him. He makes a sound deep in his throat and for a second his arms hug me tighter, and then he says roughly, "Let's go inside."
My heart leaps. He hasn't pushed me away. Hasn't stopped me. I stand up and look at him as he rises from the lounger. His face is unreadable, but the bulge in his pants is unmistakable.
God, I want him. I want that bulge in his pants, and my bikini bottoms are getting wet as I think about it.
We walk into
