Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

J udd tried not to stare, he really did, but it was like telling a hungry lion not to stalk its prey: his reaction to Abby was instinctive, and watching her parade around in the skimpy purple bikini had the blood draining from his pea-sized brain and heading south.

He'd done his damnedest not to ogle her while they'd been talking, but now with her taunting him to look, he drank his fill, taking in her smooth, lightly tanned skin, her long legs, small waist, and full breasts that threatened to spill out of her bikini top at any second.

She laughed at his reaction and he joined in, trying to make light of the situation, when all he wanted to do was lose himself in her right here, right now.

He shrugged and turned away, doing his best to appear nonchalant. "The bikini's not bad, though I think blue is more your colour."

He heard her splutter of outrage, unprepared for the straw bag to the back of the head.

"Ouch!" He swivelled around, ready to do battle, which in the past had involved tickling her until she cried truce.

However, she knew him too well and must've anticipated his move, because she darted past him and out the entrance of the cabana, yelling, "You'll have to catch me first."

"Tease," he muttered, giving chase, secure in the knowledge she didn't stand a chance of getting away.

And though Abby had speed, he caught her at the ocean's edge, taking her down with a rugby-style tackle that sent them tumbling into the foam washing up on the beach.

"Let go of me, you big brute," she spluttered, wriggling in his arms like a fish out of water.

"Not until you say truce."

Water streamed from his eyes as another wave broke over them but not before he glimpsed the flash of fire in her gaze, the sexy smile curving her lips.

"Come on, Weiss, you know you want to."

He released his grip around her waist slightly, enough to tickle her skin, relishing how incredible she felt, slick and smooth under his palms.

She clamped her lips together and shook her head in response, wriggling even harder to escape.

"Okay, you asked for it." He pulled her on top of him and kissed her with every ounce of pent-up need coursing through his body, brushing his hands over her skin, hot and wet and oh-so-tempting.

It took all of five seconds for her to capitulate.

"Truce," she whispered against the side of his mouth, raising her head to stare down at him, her gaze unfocussed, her tempting lips parted.

His hands stilled though he didn't let go, relishing the weight of her lying on top of him, soft, wet, and compliant in his arms.

"Smart girl." He brushed away her damp ponytail as it flopped onto her cheek, rubbing the strands between his fingertips, honey brown turned golden treacle when wet. "About that debt you owe me…"

She smiled, a smouldering smile designed to shoot down what little control he had left. "Fine. I'll pay up. What do you want?"

"What do you have to offer?"

He waited for her answer, knowing what he wanted her to say. He had trouble breathing and knew it had as much to do with anticipation as having Abby lying on top of him wet and semi-naked, her blue eyes luminous in the moonlight.

His concentration had been shot to pieces the moment he first stepped into the cabana, the sight of her luscious body clad in that skimpy purple bikini driving all rationale thought from his mind.

It had taken every ounce of willpower to act cool in the face of temptation, to not give in to the wild, driving need pulsing through him.

"What do I have to offer?" She cupped his face, stared him straight in the eyes, and said, "Me."

Judd groaned and covered her mouth with his, the last of his self-control shredding as she pressed down on him, kissing him like she couldn't get enough.

Her tongue delved into his mouth, entwining with his while waves crashed around them, refreshingly cool against his inflamed skin where she lay along the length of him.

"I've waited so long to do this," he murmured, breaking the kiss to slide her upwards, giving him easy access to fasten his mouth over her nipple, filling his hands with her breasts, savouring their weight, anticipating the exact moment he could whip off her skimpy top and have them bare and luscious in his hands.

"Ooh…please…"

Abby's whole body quivered as Judd used his teeth to tease her nipple through the lycra, nipping, biting, moving to her other breast and back, shards of sensation exploding beneath his mouth and shooting through her body, washing away any last lingering doubts she may have had.

How could something that felt so good, so right, be anything other than destiny?

His tongue delved in the valley between her breasts, laving her skin as if he couldn't get enough, before slowly trailing upwards to kiss her, the taste of salt and sin on his lips.

"You're delicious," he murmured, his mouth repeatedly grazing hers, teasing her, pleasing her, making her shiver with pure hunger for him as he reached between their bodies, toying with the elastic of her bikini bottoms before sliding one finger, then another, inside her.

"Cabana. Now." She groaned as he circled her clitoris repeatedly, massaging her with an expertise that made her gasp out loud, "Oh yeah, just like that."

As her climax built fast she writhed on top of him, her body a mass of coiled nerve endings ready to unravel with the next flick of his finger.

"That's it, sweetheart," he said, as she stiffened a second before falling apart all around him, her orgasm rocketing through her as she cried out his name, her low moan instantly lost in the crash of the breakers on the sand bar offshore.

Abby had no idea how long they lay there, her limbs limp as seaweed, her body overloaded with sensation.

Rolling her gently onto her side, Judd brushed the damp hair off her face, the banked heat in his eyes lighting a fire within her all over again.

"We didn't make it to the cabana, huh?"

He smiled, tracing the outline of her face with the gentle precision of a blind man trying to read Braille. "Considering I don't carry protection around in my board shorts, I didn't want to tempt fate."

"Huh?"

His hand left her face to skim over her shoulder, along her collarbone and across the top of her breast before he palmed her breast completely, increasing the unfulfilled ache between her legs only he could satisfy.

"I'm so turned on I can hardly see straight let alone hold back if I'd got you naked and all to myself in that cosy cabana."

"I see," she said, arching into his hand as a tortured expression flickered across his face, secretly revelling in the fact she could make him want her this much.

"Actually, I don't think you do." He kissed her, a hot, deep, open-mouthed kiss that left her panting and eager and desperate to have him inside her, a kiss that proved they had no business being on a beach when they could be taking this all the way in the privacy of a room.

As his hand slid off her breast and headed lower, she braced her palms against his chest and pushed off him slightly.

"You know how I'm in your debt?"

"Yeah?"

Reaching down to his board shorts, she brushed her hand lightly across his erection, his sharp intake of breath turning into a hiss as she stroked him.

"How about we head to my room and work out a payment system?"

"I like the way you think," he said, grabbing her hand and surging to his feet so fast her head spun.

Laughing, they ran across the sand like a couple of teenagers, the moonlight casting seductive shadows while Abby wondered how she'd ever kidded herself she was over him.

And wondering how she would survive once this wickedly delicious taste of island magic turned into a healthy serve of indigestible reality.