Page 20 of Her Fake Island Wedding

Lucy jumped up and hooked her legs around Bryce’s waist, unable to get close enough with the height difference between them. He groaned against her mouth, one hand sliding under her butt to support her, and then turned to carry her over to the bed.

He was hard, she discovered with delight as he came down on top of her, knees between hers. Lucy ground against him with a low moan in her throat, her groin tilted against his, the heat and pressure of his arousal blissful through the thin layers of their clothes.

“Lucy.” His growl of her name as he temporarily abandoned her mouth to start kissing down her neck brought her back to reality, much though she’d have preferred to stay floating in her blissfully sensual haze. It took every bit of willpower she could muster to push feebly against his shoulders and say,

“Bryce, stop.”

Bryce groaned against her throat, his rocking hips stilling. “Please tell me you didn’t just say that.”

“We gotta.”

“Ugh!” Rolling off her and collapsing to his back, he flung a forearm up to cover his eyes.

“Bryce, I’m sorry,” Lucy said desperately. “But we’re supposed to meet Justine in fifteen minutes, and if we don’t show she’s totally going to come looking for us.”

“It wouldn’t reinforce our story if she happened to catch us going at it, then?” He cracked a smile, though he didn’t uncover his eyes to look at her. “Go take a shower, Luce. I’m just gonna lie here and think about ice water baths for a while.”

He needed to. She couldn’t resist a look as she rolled off the bed and headed for the bathroom; his erection was tenting the lightweight fabric of his khakis.

If only we had time…“Then what?” Lucy asked herself aloud as she stepped under the shower spray. She deliberately hadn’t waited for it to warm back up. Her overheated body needed cooling down as well.

Were we really on the verge of having sex?It wasn’t as though Bryce could fake his body’s reaction. He’d most definitely been up for it, and considering the way he’d groaned her name, very much aware of where he was and who with.

Oh God, I need to stop thinking about it.She was wet between her legs, and thinking about how hard and hot Bryce had felt against her, the delicious friction she’d found rocking against his thick erection, really wasn’t helping the situation. Grabbing the mixer tap, she turned the temperature lower again and reached for the soap. She just wished she could wash her dirty mind as easily as her body.

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Bryce wasn’t in the room when she left the bathroom. Stepping into her shoes, Lucy opened the sliding door, guessing she might find him in his hammock outside. She’d walked past his cabin many times and seen him relaxing there.

He looked up at her as she stepped outside. One foot on the floor pushed him back and forth in an idle swinging motion, the hammock creaking quietly.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Lucy said in return, feeling suddenly awkward. Unsure exactly what to say to him now, she stood nibbling on a hangnail.

“Hungry?” Bryce stilled, before pushing to his feet in a single graceful movement. “Because I’m starved.” He reached for her hand as though it was the most natural thing in the world, and Lucy let him take it.

“Yeah, I’m hungry,” she agreed. “I was too nervous to eat at lunch.”

“I noticed,” Bryce said, with a gentle squeeze to her fingers. “Probably why two cocktails put you right to sleep.”

“That, and the fact that I haven’t slept much the last three nights,” Lucy said dryly as they made their way to the main resort building.

“Don’t let her get under your skin, Lucy,” Bryce told her. “Listen to me. You’re a beautiful, brilliant woman. You’ve got a good job in an idyllic location and,” he slid her a cheeky grin, “a hot younger man just dying to fulfil your every sexual fantasy.”

Lucy chuckled, as he’d obviously meant her to. “I guess, when you put it that way.”

“You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. Quite the opposite. So lift your head up andownit, girl. Justine ain’t got nothin’ on you.”

“When you look at me like that,” Lucy said softly, “I almost believe it.”

He stopped walking right outside the restaurant entrance, framed her face between his big hands, and kissed her.

“Believe it.”

Lips still tingling from the kiss, Lucy let Bryce lead her inside. Justine wasn’t there yet, which didn’t surprise her. Justine always loved to make an entrance.

One of seven restaurants on the island, this was one of the largest, with an Italian-themed buffet every night. She didn’t know the waitress who came up to them with a cheerful smile, but Bryce obviously did.

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