I took my lips from Justin’s, a look of total shock on my face.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“What I’ve been wanting to do all weekend,” he said. “You have no idea how hard it’s been to be with you and not kiss you. I’ve been losing my mind.”

It was flattering to hear, to say the least. And it was what I wanted, too. Hell, it had been what I was hoping he’d do since we got to the beach.

Now that it was real, however, it was too much to process. Emotions swirled in me, and I didn’t know what to do, what to say, what to think.

He stepped into my room, placing his hands on my hips. Something like electricity crackled through me at his touch. It was irresistible.

“If you want me to go, I’ll go,” he said. “But I’d be kicking myself if I hadn’t done that.”

I said nothing, instead biting down on my bottom lip in anticipation and tension.

“So tell me,” he said. “I’ve made myself clear—now tell me what you want.”

“I want…I want you.”

And damned if it wasn’t true.

That was all he needed to hear. Justin closed the distance between the two of us, kissing me hard on the lips as he shut the door behind him. His hands ran over my body, and mine over his. Between the wine and the passion, I was some new, unknown kind of intoxicated. All I could think about was how much I craved his kiss and his touch.

We made our way over to the bed, our lips never separating. On the way there our hands went to work, releasing one another from our clothes. I quickly undid the buttons of his shirt, exposing more and more of his sculpted chest and abs. The man had the body of a god, and I wanted to drink in the sight of him.

Justin soon had me in nothing but the lacy, light blue bra and panties I wore underneath my dress. Any insecurity about my post-pregnancy body was long gone—something about the way Justin desired me made me feel like the sexiest woman alive.

He slipped his hand behind my back and laid me down on the bed, his gorgeous eyes fixed on mine.

I took in a deep breath, my breasts heaving against my bra. I wanted Justin so badly I could hardly stand it.

And, judging by the way his erection strained against his pants, the feeling was more than mutual.

Justin climbed on top of me, his manhood grazing against my sex through my panties. I moaned, biting my lip hard.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice a passion-filled growl.

“I want you. I want you so much.”

He responded by reaching around and undoing my bra, my breasts spreading slightly across my chest, my nipples solid and stiff. He leaned down and took one into his mouth, then the other. He knew exactly how to touch me, exactly how to make me feel good.

His desire was palpable. I could sense that he craved me, that he was losing his mind for me just as I was for him.

Another moan sounded from him as he caressed my breasts. Then, his hands moved down to my waist. Effortlessly, he flipped me over onto my stomach. He wanted to take me with animal fervor—I could tell.

And I wanted him to.

I stuck my rear out toward him, inviting him. Justin placed his hands on my hips, squeezing the soft, warm skin, his touch like heaven. Slowly, he peeled my panties down my legs, the air cool on my now-hot sex.

“Come on,” I moaned. “I need it, please.”

I glanced back from my position on my hands and knees to see Justin quickly working his zipper and belt buckle. He was out of his clothes so fast I couldn’t believe it. Placing one hand on the small of my back, he took his member into his hand and dragged the end against me, teasing me.

I pressed my behind against him, urging him with my body to enter me. He didn’t waste any more time. I watched him take hold of his member once again and slowly, so slowly, penetrate me.

The feeling was so intense that my arms nearly gave out from under me. Inch by inch he entered me, filling me full. I let out a long, pleasured moan as he buried himself to the hilt, my body shaking with tension.

“You feel…you feel so perfect inside of me,” I said, my voice quivering. Almost like he was made for me. It was the same thought I’d had when we slept together before. When it happened then—this feeling of almost unbearable physical compatibility—I wanted to write it off as a fluke. But now here it was again, and all I could do was prepare for the onslaught of pleasure.

His hands taking my hips firmly into his grip, Justin began to move in and out of me at a slow, steady pace, soft grunts sounding from him as he did.

I savored it all—the scent of his body, the sounds of him filling me up, and the feeling of his manhood in me and his hands all over my body. It was almost too much to bear.

It wasn’t long before I needed more. I arched my back and pushed into him, begging him with my body to go harder and faster.

And that’s exactly what he did.

Justin entered me over and over at a driving pace, his hips slapping against my rear with each full push into my sex. An orgasm began to form inside of me, and I wanted it to explode.

“Oh God,” I moaned. “Don’t stop. I’m getting… I’m so close.”

I could tell by his deep, throaty grunts that Justin was too. I wanted him to finish, I wanted to make him feel as good as he was making me.

In the middle of a deep series of thrusts, I came, hard. My arms finally collapsed underneath me, my face falling into the pillow and muffling my moans as Justin unloaded himself with a hard grunt.

I stayed in that position, my face in the pillow and my backside in the air, as I caught my breath. Justin fell forward next to me, then wrapped his arm around me and brought me close to him, my head coming to rest on his warm, solid chest.

It was right where I wanted to be. I closed my eyes, still wrapped up in orgasmic bliss, and soon fell into a deep sleep.