Swallowing down an unexpected denial in my throat and leaving her just sex question unanswered, my fingers began unbuttoning the cuffs of my linen shirt. One wrist, then the other. She was right. Just sex. Two days. It was what I wanted. What I needed. After that things could return to the way they were before. The buttons worked loose down my front, and then I peeled the shirt off.

Josie licked her lips, her cheeks flushing pink as her gaze trailed downward.

Guided by the want in her eyes, I flicked the buttons on my shorts open and peeled them down my legs.

There was no hiding what I wanted from her now. I was hard and aching, my briefs no match against the strain.

She sat up and the towel fell to her waist, revealing her milky white tan-lined breasts tipped with mouthwatering tan nipples that puckered and hardened under my gaze. Jesus.

“I have to warn you,” I choked out as burning need dragged down my spine, and then held me in its steel grip. I was lightheaded. “It’s been a while. And I’ve been fantasizing about those.” Among other things.

Grinning and leaning forward, she tucked her legs behind her and took a hands-and-knees move toward me.

My gaze raced down her pale lower back to the curve of her ass where the suntan line ended in lily white soft globes. “Ton cul …” I breathed.

“My ass?” she asked, amused, reaching for my cock. Her eyes glowed luminous in the soft glow of afternoon light that flooded through the tiny window. God, she was beautiful.

I nodded just as she palmed me through the fabric, and my head fell back on a groan of unsatisfying relief. Grabbing her hand as she dipped inside the band of my underwear, I stopped her. “I wasn’t joking. It’s been a while.” As much as I wanted that mouth of hers on me, my hands sifted into her hair and I leaned down to kiss her. She tasted like mint toothpaste and need. Her hands clasped my wrists where I held her head. She rose up, still kissing me and wrapped her arms around me, holding me close. Her tits mashed up against my bare chest, the sensation of being skin to skin setting off goosebumps.

“You feel so good,” she whispered against my mouth.

“Oui,” I agreed.

Wrapping my hand around her waist, I picked her up and moved her back up the bed. Then I stood and took off my last remaining piece of clothing. My eyes feasted on her naked form. Her breasts glowed soft and pale against the rest of her tanned skin. “I don’t know where to begin.” I crawled over her, dipping down to lick around the stiff peak of her nipple before drawing it into my mouth.

She arched and whimpered, fingers scraping through my hair to hold me to her breast. “There’s good.”