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the shorts down over her ass and letting her push them farther, then pedal her legs to kick them off. Ah, all that firm, luscious roundness in his lap. He gave her a quick fondle, and then thrust his hand back where they both wanted it.

Her delicate, springy curls filled his palm, and the slick heat beneath welcomed him in, her pelvis tilting up to make it easier for him to slide one, then two fingers deep into her tight little channel.

She made that sound in her throat again, and he played her, sliding his fingers in and out, making her quiver and buck in his grasp.

Joel felt the exact moment when she really woke. The soft hiccup of shock, and the sudden stilling of her sinuous movements. Ah, hell, was she going to think he’d been molesting her?

“It’s all right, Princess,” he soothed, just loud enough for her to hear him over the surf. “Just let yourself go. I’ve got you.”

She was still for a moment, and then, oh glory, yes, he felt her small hand cover his and press, urging him on. He lifted his head far enough to press a kiss to her bare shoulder, and then he hooked his fingers inside her pussy, pressing them up against the spongy pad of her g-spot, and swirled his thumb over the slick little knot of flesh hiding in her curls.

She sucked in a long, shaken breath, and he felt her begin to quake around his hand.

“Shh-shh,” he breathed. “Not a sound, baby. Come real quiet.”

His voice seemed to send her over the edge, and she bucked in his arms, her breath shuddering in and out, her pussy squeezing his fingers rhythmically as she orgasmed. Ah, so sweet, and damn near as good as coming himself.

But not quite. If he didn’t get to soon, he was a dead man.

He held her until she relaxed against him, and then he let her go, just long enough to yank his own shorts down and free his cock. It slapped her on the ass, her satin skin a caress, a tease.

Hooking his hand under her upper thigh, he lifted it enough to let his cock slide into the soft crevice between her thighs and then let her leg drop back, enclosing him in the furrow of her body.

“Okay?” he gasped, his teeth clenched. He was about to blow, and even if he didn’t dare get inside her without a condom, goddamn it, he had to at least have a touch of her.

“Wait,” she whispered, turning her head. ”Are you—I mean, have you been tested?”

“Yes. I’m clean, I swear,” he managed.

For one agonizing moment, he waited. Then she moved, arching her back so that he slid along that wet, slick crevice.

He filled his hand with her again and began to work her clitoris in a fast, hard cadence, caressing her and his cock, pretending it was deep inside her, instead of sliding back and forth in the almost, nearly, so-close torture of her labia.

He hadn’t had to make do this way since high school. But with her, it was enough. And as release roared up through him, his come jetting in long, sweet pulses onto her thighs, he felt her tense and shudder again as well. Then both of them collapsed, wet with perspiration and his come.

Joel buried his face in her hair, a tumbled silky swath under his cheek. Had he made any noise? He didn’t think so, but he was breathing as hard as if he’d been running a marathon, his heart pounding, bursting with the urge to laugh.

“Ah, Princess,” he whispered when he could speak. “You are one naughty wahine.”

She stiffened in his arms, just as he’d known she would, and grabbed his wrist, trying to yank his hand from between her thighs. He let her go, slowly, because she felt so damn good. Then, grinning like a fool, he sat up and pulled his T-shirt off over his head and gave it to her, patting her bare hip.

Bella took the bundle of soft cotton Joel handed her and used it wipe the warm, sticky fluid of his semen from her thighs, belly, and then her sleeping bag. She touched the damp spot on her bag, left after she tossed the shirt aside, and then yawned, a huge, toe-curling yawn that consumed her just as her two orgasms had only moments before.

Shock and pleasure and resentment tumbled inside her, warring with sheer cringing embarrassment. What had she done, and right