Desire thrummed through Abby as she slid the lock on the door across with a definite clunk. The noise was deafening. It was also decisive. That one lock sealing their fate.

Their mouths hadn’t touched, but Abby was excruciatingly aware of Jordan. Those crystal-blue eyes watching her. The air dripped with delicious tension. Was this a mistake? She didn’t know. All she knew was she was sick of feeling bad. Especially when being with Jordan felt so good.

Abby locked her gaze with Jordan and like two magnets drawn together, they moved as one, their mouths fusing in a beautiful, forceful way.

Jordan’s kiss was bruising, exactly what Abby wanted.

She was done pussyfooting around. If she didn’t act now, she never would. This was her hen weekend. The last chance to dream. The final chance to push her limits, before she settled down.

She was going out in a blaze of glory.

“Abby.”

The way Jordan said her name sent tingles up and down her spine.

Abby silenced her with a bruising, burning kiss. “I want you,” she replied. “Do you want me, too?”

Jordan nodded.

This was what they both wanted.

She pushed up Jordan’s top, and snapped open the back of her bra. Her breasts were right there in front of her. Just as they had been in the hot tub. But this time, she was going to act on it.

Abby sucked Jordan’s nipple into her mouth. Desire flooded her.

She pressed her feet into the ground, to stop herself from lifting off. Because that’s what this felt like. Like her passion was rocket-fuelled, on another level. She swirled her tongue around Jordan’s breast.

Jordan sucked in a breath.

Abby lifted her head and their gazes met.

Her hands moved swiftly then, undoing Jordan’s beige shorts and pushing them down her legs. Jordan was wearing a pair of black lacy knickers. Somehow, Abby hadn’t expected that. But it only added a little more fuel to the fire.

She slid a single finger inside them, and ran it though Jordan’s hot core.

Another growl.

Abby kissed her again, before she shed those too, and spread Jordan’s legs with her thigh. She was just going on instinct, and pure animal attraction. She wanted to know Jordan intimately. Inside and out. There was only one way to do that.

Abby pulled her lips temporarily away and locked their gaze.

Then she slid two fingers inside Jordan. Just as she had in her dream.

Nothing could have prepared her for this moment. Jordan was so ready, so wet. Just like Abby. They’d been fighting their attraction all weekend, and for good reason. But right now, in this moment, nothing could have felt more right. As Abby sank deeper into Jordan and their mouths found each other again, Abby abandoned any sense that she might have control over this.

She had none.