‘You’re pissing on my patch, Gav,’ Cash growls.

Gavin looks dumbfounded.

‘Hit the pedal, man,’ he says, his eyes shooting sparks of fury.

‘Right, man. Right,’ Gavin mumbles, takes a step backwards and throws a bizarre little laugh while simultaneously looking around to see if anybody else has witnessed his humiliation. Noting that his pride is still intact, he grabs a passing girl and whispers something in her ear. She giggles and nods. He drags her away in the direction of the gardens.

‘You’re pissing on my patch? What are you, a dog?’ I fume incredulously.

He shrugs the macho territorial posturing like it’s a coat or something, and the flash, brash bad boy comes back into town. ‘It’s a guy thing. You wouldn’t understand.’

‘You’re such a dick.’

‘No,’ he corrects, his eyebrows raise innocently, sensuality shimmering in the green wells of his eyes. ‘I have a dick. A big one.’

‘Oh my God, I’m stuck in a time loop,’ I say sarcastically.

He grins, all sex, lust and trouble. ‘Lean in, sugar drop. This is a secret. What happens next between us has never happened to you before.’

‘I’m wet and pissed and not in the mood for cheap innuendos, or the whole asshole act.’

His eyes twinkle. ‘You were doing so well with the first part of your sentence, but I get your point.’ His eyes linger on my body, now that the dress is wet there is not a curve or line that is not completely exposed. I suppress the desire to wrap my hands around my body. He takes my hand. ‘Come on, let’s get you out of that dress and you dried off.’

I let him lead me away from the crowd towards a corridor on the ground floor. He opens the door and we are at the threshold of a scrupulously clean, minimally furnished room dominated by a massive round bed. Of course it has a mirror over it.

Suddenly I find myself grabbed and propelled forward until a wall is against my back. My eyes open wide.

‘Scared?’ he taunts, his breath tickling my skin.

I raise my hand and swing it at him. The crack reverberates in the empty room. I hit him so hard there is a white handprint on his cheek and my hand is throbbing furiously.

He laughs, a deep growling sound. ‘I’ve always liked a girl with a temper.’

‘This is sexual harassment,’ I hiss.

‘So show me you don’t want me. Say no.’ He pushes his body closer to me so his hot, thick erection presses into my stomach. I gasp, liquid fire rushing through my body. ‘Go on, I’m waiting,’ he challenges.

I stare up into his eyes as the scent of his wet body, his cologne, his excitement, swirls into me. I feel as if I am twelve again, and just as hopelessly in love with him as I was back then. Not one tiny iota of the love has gone away after all these years. In fact, it has grown up, and become infused with lust. My heart is hammering wildly in my chest and my breath is coming hard and fast. I want to say no. I must say no. I will say no. The answer is no, obviously.

My palms press against his chest to shove him away and encounter the stone-like slabs of his pecs. I swear I try to fight the thick heat rising between us, but it is in my veins, my skin, his half-hooded eyes, oozing out of his pores. It’s everywhere.

At that instant I realize something. You can’t outrun lust. It was moronic of me to even think I could. Pure lust is like a spell. It dazes and compels you to do what you know you shouldn’t. It is impossible to resist.

In fact, I don’t want to resist any more. I want anything and everything he’s offering. I want that mind-blowing climax with the side of wow. Why shouldn’t I have it? Maybe Leah was right all along. Just sleep with him and get it over with. My grandfather once told me the only things he regretted are the things he did not do.

He fixes me with his mesmeric stare and I stop thinking.

I let my body take charge. My hands reach out and grab fistfuls of hair as I pull his head down and feast greedily on his mouth. It’s like matter and antimatter touching. We explode. There is no other way to describe the violent hunger. I’ve never felt more alive.

Every nerve, every cell in my body screams out for him to take me. The passion is as uncontrollable as a forest blaze. All I want to do is tear his clothes off and impale myself on him. I’ve never felt this way before. Lost to everything except Cash. My sensitized body throbs and feels strangely out of control.

I spread my palms over the broad, strong chest. My fingers look very pale. Moving my head, I bite his nipple. He draws in his breath sharply, but he doesn’t stop me.

‘Oh yes, Wildcat. Oh yes,’ he encourages instead.

He unzips my dress, peels it away and groans at the sight of my bikini-clad body. He reaches behind me, pulls the string of my top and my breasts spring loose. They feel swollen and heavy. His eyes blaze possessively at the sight of my body nude, but for a tiny triangle of black material.

Expertly, he rolls a hard nipple back and forth between his smooth fingers. My body arches into him and he growls low—the sound is erotic—and sucks my lower lip. Hard. I shiver helplessly.

‘God! You’re so beautiful,’ he murmurs as he gets down on his haunches. He bites at the string of my bikini and rips it off my body roughly. I feel his strong large hands lift one of my legs and put it over his shoulder. I begin to move my hips, desperate and seeking.

He grasps the outer lips of my sex and pulls them apart so the secret, pink inner tissue is exposed, and stares at the glistening flesh. I squirm impatiently. My whole body is hot with desire and excitement.

His expression is enigmatic as he gazes at the show between my legs. I never thought it would be, but it is an incredible turn-on. I feel dirty, slutty, and shameless … and absolutely fucking vibrant.

‘This is what I wanted, wildcat. To see your legs wide open and desperate for me. Keep them spread open.’ His breath fans my fully opened sex, inflaming me. His fingers touch the wet whorls of flesh, and tendrils of excitement snake through my body. He drags his fingers through the soft, sensitive layers. My head tilts back involuntarily, my eyes half close.

‘Go on,’ I urge.

‘What do you want, Tori?’

‘Suck me,’ I say hoarsely.

He moves his mouth toward my sex, and for one second I look down and take a mental picture of him, breathtakingly handsome, his curling eyelashes long against his cheeks, and then the shock of his mouth attaching itself and greedily licking the wet core between my legs drives all thought from my mind.

It feels so damn good I writhe, whimper, and push my aching center down hard against his mouth. His tongue moves between the folds, tasting, eating, sucking, and then I feel his finger thrust into me and I suck in a startled breath. Juices flow over his finger as he moves it in and out of me, maddening me. The heat and the hunger increases, and my thighs starts to shake with the approaching orgasm.

‘Tori,’ a voice echoes from somewhere.

I freeze. Sweet heaven! Tori. Not now.

‘Fuck, don’t you dare stop. You’re coming,’ he orders harshly.

‘She’ll come in,’ I whisper in a panicked voice.

‘I locked the door,’ he says, and goes back to devouring my pussy while his fingers pump me hard.

‘Tori, where are you?’ Britney calls again, and this time she tries the door handle.

I try not to scream, but suddenly all hell breaks loose. It’s the kind of orgasm that takes over your body. You have no control of your responses. My nails dig into his shoulder, my mouth opens, and a scream flies out. Super quick Cash lifts his hand and clamps it over my mouth so the sound is muffled. A groan rumbles in his chest. Cash leaves me immediately. I am still leaning against the wall, panting hard when Cash comes back with a bathrobe.

‘Wear this, quickly,’ he says, and sliding open the window he climbs out and disappears into the night.

‘Tori, are you in there?’ Britney calls and rattles the door handle.

I take a deep breath. ‘I’m coming,’ I choke out.