Page 70 of What Happens in Paradise

It wasn’t long before I felt his hardness and this time, when I did, I groaned with pleasure, pushing my head back.

‘Fuck, Jasmine,’ Alejandro said into my ear. ‘I know we agreed before to keep things professional, but I want you.’

Jesus. Christ.

The combination of the provocative dancing, feeling his boner, and the sensation of his warm breath tickling my neck as he told me that he wanted me sent my mind and body into a meltdown. I pushed my arse into him again, then wound my body down, then back up again, revelling in the feel of him.

Just as I was about to do it again, Alejandro spun me around to face him.

‘Did you hear what I said?’ he growled, his eyes the colour of charcoal. ‘I want you. I need to know what you’re thinking. Should I walk away and call Bob to take us back, or are you going to let me kiss you?’

Oh Lord.

Now there was no way I could resist, even if I wanted to. Which for the record, I didn’t.

He’d just asked if I was going to let him kiss me. That was like asking a kid if they wanted to open their Christmas presents a day early.

Ever since that first kiss, there wasn’t a second that passed that I hadn’t wanted to do it again.

‘We can’t leave yet,’ I said. ‘The sun will start setting soon. We have to stay and see it.’

‘You still have not answered my question.’ He pulled me closer and lifted my chin.

‘Yes,’ I said, my heart thundering louder than the reggae beat.

‘Yes, what?’

‘Kiss me.’ I didn’t know who the hell I was and what had come over me, but I wanted him. I was overcome with desire and was powerless to stop it.

I didn’t get a chance to give it any more thought though because in one swift movement, Alejandro dipped his head and crushed his lips onto mine.

A loud groan of pleasure shot from my mouth and sheer relief washed over me.

Finally.

It felt like forever since our last kiss, but I was glad our lips had been reunited. As his mouth moved hungrily over mine, everything felt so right. Like this was what we were supposed to be doing. Like his lips were made for mine. Like kissing was their only purpose.

As the kiss deepened, I ran my hands through his hair, then down his back, pushing him into me.

God. He said he wanted me. But I wanted him. And I didn’t want to just stop at kissing. I wanted to feelallof him.

Our tongues tangled together, flicking, teasing and dancing with each other, sending my heart rate through the roof.

My nipples were rock hard, the crotch of the swimming costume I was still wearing under my dress that had dried out ages ago from the sun was now sodden. Every nerve ending was heightened with pleasure.

‘Fuck.’ Alejandro pulled away slowly. As I opened my eyes, I saw him wince. ‘You have no idea how much I want to bend you over and fuck you right here, right now. But there are too many people.’

‘So if there werelesspeople, you’d still fuck me on this dance floor?’ I teased, thinking how crazy it was that I probably wouldn’t object.

‘No!’ He laughed. ‘I just mean… come.’ He ushered me to an area further away from the stage that was quieter. We sat at a table. ‘I have dreamt about fucking you for months and if we do this, I do not want an audience or to be arrested, which is exactly what would have happened if we had continued. Because believe me when I tell you Jasmine, the things I would like to do to you would not be suitable for other people’s eyes.’

Pleasure zipped down my spine.

‘Really?’ I cocked my head to the side. ‘What would you like to do?’

‘First, I would?—’

‘Look!’ A smiley woman with short, dark hair joined our table and pointed. ‘The sun’s setting!’

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