My pulse is racing. ‘Mmm,’ I reply, ‘I think you just like a challenge.’

He looks at me, and his gaze is so filled with longing that my swimsuit feels like it will disintegrate off my body. His eyes travel the length of my body, up my legs, lingering on my waist, my breasts, my neck. I can’t stand the anticipation, and just as I’m about to step forward, he moves, closing the space between us and grabbing the backs of my legs, picking me up with a hand under each thigh and pressing me against a nearby tree. The heat from his pelvis radiates towards mine.

All I can think about is undoing the drawstring of his swimsuit.

‘Hugh,’ I pant, as he grazes my neck with his lips, his kisses searing my skin. He’s reached his hands underneath my swimsuit, and his thumb is circling my nipple. I moan when he lifts my breast into his mouth. I feel him harden at the sound of my arousal, and when I reach down to feel him, he catches my hand and sucks gently on my thumb. I squirm with pleasure.

I’m even more turned on than I was the last time. The heady anticipation has been replaced by knowing what Hugh can do to me.

‘Please,’ I whisper. He places his hands under my thighs again and steps out of the clearing this time, laying me down on the white sand in between two large rocks.

His grip is so firm that for a second, I don’t feel the sand at all, I’m waiting for it to touch my skin. Then I realise I’ve wrapped my legs around him so tightly that I haven’t touched the ground. I relax, and he releases me from his hold, slipping a finger underneath my swimsuit.

He gasps at my wetness, and I whimper at the feeling of his finger inside me. His thumb circles my clit.

‘What if they come around the corner?’ I manage to ask. I’m panting with desire.

‘They won’t,’ Hugh says. ‘And they wouldn’t be able to see us.’

Everything seems to grow fuzzy with Hugh’s touch, I’m so swept up in desire I can’t see straight. His other hand palms my breast again.

‘You,’ I manage to say, ‘I want you.’

I grab for the strings on my swimsuit and untie them. He brings his head down slowly and kisses me right where I need it. I writhe with pleasure, driving my fingers into his hair. I can’t feel my toes anymore. I can hardly feel the sand.

By the time Hugh steps out of his swimsuit, I’m on the brink. If I can’t have him, I feel like I’ll die.

He takes a moment. ‘I want to savour you,’ he says, before placing his thumb on my clit one more time.