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kisses of Phil? That would be like trying to compare a four-course gourmet meal with school dinners.
    Remembering something, she pulled back, placing a hand on his chest. “I forgot.” She slipped her fingers in the pyjama pocket on her breast and pulled out a condom. “I thought we might need this. I stole it from Bree’s purse.”
    He stuck his hand in his shorts pocket and pulled out another. “Hey, snap! I stole this from Jake.” He winked at her. “Now we can do it twice!”
    “Twice?” She felt slightly faint.
    He looked at the pocket on her pyjamas where she’d extracted the condom and slipped a finger inside, wiggling it around. “You got anything else interesting in there?”
    She giggled as he brushed her nipple. “No.”
    “Then time for these to come off.” He pulled insistently at the pink bunnies.
    Her mouth went dry, but he was already undoing the buttons. She watched as he undid them all and pulled the top off her shoulders. She blushed, starting to laugh as she ran out of space to move her arms. He had to help her tug it off, and by the end they were both laughing, hot and aroused in the tight space of the tent.
    He threw the top to one side, and putting his arms around her, rolled onto his back, taking her with him.
    “Wow.” He cupped both her breasts, admiring her. “You are so sexy.”
    She smiled, breathless. “Thank you.”
    “You’re very welcome, Miss I’m-So-Polite.” He brushed her nipples with his thumbs and she sighed, lowering her head to kiss him. Lying full along him, she could feel him hard and ready for her. It was very warm in the tent and her chest stuck to his, which was so erotic the trousers of her pyjamas grew damp between her legs.
    She giggled. “I’m sticking to you.”
    “Mmm.” He didn’t sound disappointed. “Are you hot?”
    “It’s very humid in here. I apologise if I pass out.”
    He laughed. He rolled to the right, lying beside her again, and raised himself on an elbow. His eyes were mischievous and she grew suddenly wary. He leaned over her and rummaged in the cooler again. When his hand came out, he held a rather wet ice cube, which he quickly popped in his mouth.
    She looked up at him, puzzled. He raised a hand, asking her to wait. For a few moments he circled the cube in his mouth, then crunched it, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
    He put his arms tight around her. Without warning, he bent his head and closed his mouth over her right nipple.
    Merle squealed and braced her hands on his shoulders to push him away, but he was holding her so tight, it was like trying to push a brick wall, and she couldn’t move. She gasped, tipping her head back, both nipples tightening so much it hurt. He sucked gently, his mouth gradually warming, and she caught her breath as his tongue circled like a warm sponge before he lifted his head to look at her, smiling.
    “That was wicked!” she scolded, almost faint with desire.
    He grinned. “Wicked’s my middle name.”
    “You seem to have a lot of those.”
    “Eh?”
    “Bree said your middle name was ‘Feral’.”
    He laughed out loud and raised his eyebrows. “Like a savage, wild beast?”
    “I think she meant more like a horny tomcat.”
    “Yeah, that about sums me up.” He bent to kiss her but she pushed him away.
    “Is it my turn with the ice now?” She looked at his boxers.
    “Oh no. You’ve already had had your fun with me at the cafe, you little scamp. You got me so horny, I nearly came in my shorts like a sixteen-year-old.”
    “Oh…”
    His eyes grew dark, and he brushed her lips with his. “Does that turn you on?”
    She blushed, but said, “Everything’s turning me on at the moment.”
    He chuckled, nibbling her ear. “I know what you mean—I made a mental list of all the things I wanted to do to you tonight, but I don’t have enough self-control for half of them, sorry.” He tugged at her pyjama bottoms. “Time to get these off, I’m getting desperate.”
    She was as well,