Abby raised her eyes to Jordan’s. As she did, an explosion of want rippled through her. In the dim light, Jordan’s eyes were no longer an invitation to dive into the sea. But they were still vibrantly alive, and speaking to Abby. As was Jordan’s whole body. She could feel its warmth, the electricity jumping between them.

Abby snaked out a hand. She was acting on impulse. She couldn’t let this go. She had to know. What Jordan tasted like. How she felt in her arms. Her hand gripped Jordan by the waist and pulled her close.

Carpe diem.

Jordan’s face spelled surprise. She didn’t say a word.

Abby stared into her eyes, then dropped her gaze to Jordan’s lips. And then, before she could talk herself out of it, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to Jordan.

The effect was like thunder inside her. As her lips slid across Jordan’s and drank her in, Abby’s whole body shook as a rumble rolled through her.

Abby had dreamed of this. The reality was ten times better.

Jordan gripped her waist, pulling her closer.

Their breasts melded to each other.

Abby groaned as desire slid to her core. When Jordan’s tongue snaked into her mouth, she wilted more.

She hadn’t been sure what she’d wanted to achieve. In her mind, she’d just wanted to finish what they started in the hot tub. A kiss. Just one. Just to know. To put her mind at rest.

But she knew now that was a complete lie. Because where the fuse had been smouldering, it was now well and truly lit.

Abby’s heart gave a kick, and her body flushed with total, overwhelming hunger. This kiss was pure dynamite. Pure lust. Pure her. Sliding her tongue into Jordan’s mouth was everything.

Abby’s fingers clawed at Jordan’s breasts, teasing her nipples through the skimpy cotton fabric. She breathed in Jordan’s warm, sleepy smell. She never wanted her to leave.

The kiss might have lasted two minutes or a day. Abby had no idea. All sense of time and space left her once their lips connected.

The primal intensity gave way to slow, sensual kissing. Abby was a wreck. The sound of their lips, the beat of her heart, the slow, sure intensity of it all. It was almost too much.

Jordan must have sensed it too, because she pulled back.

They stood like that, mouths open, panting at each other for what seemed like another eternity.

Until Jordan blinked and pulled back a fraction. Just like that, the spell was broken. They were back in the room. The kitchen island. The bowls of snacks. Their abandoned water glasses.