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“Alexandria.”
    “Javier.”
    He smiled and stood before walking toward me, slowly. I was completely frozen when he reached me, barely breathing. “Are you sure you’ll be able to run in the sand while drunk?”
    “I’m not drunk.”
    He arched a brow. “Do you always send your professors flirty text messages, then?”
    “Are you fucking with me?” I asked, licking my dry lips.
    He tossed his ball cap on the table, giving me a look of pure lust. “Not yet.”
    “What—” he cut me off by slamming his mouth down on mine. His lips were soft and his tongue felt like silk as it ran across my lips. I opened for him, allowing his tongue to slide against mine. A soft groan rumbled from his throat as one hand caught my ponytail and the other trailed down my side, reaching around to grab my ass. His tongue was persistent, stroking every inch of my mouth as his hand kneaded and massaged my ass.
    My hands found his messy, dark hair and tugged with each caress of his tongue and hand. He pulled his lips away and locked his eyes to mine. “Is this what you want, Alexandria?” He yanked on my hair, his lips finding my throat.
    “Yes,” I breathed.
    He nipped the base of my throat, then licked all the way up to my ear. “Is this why you sent me those text messages? You wanted me to come over and fuck you?”
    His words were like a slap in the face, cutting through my lusty fog and pissing me off. “Who said I was going to let you fuck me?”
    He gently bit my ear lobe. “You’ll let me.”
    I tried to push against his chest, but he was much stronger than me. “Fuck you!”
    “Gladly.” His lips found mine again and I melted into his touch. He was being an asshole, but he was also turning me on. I pressed my lips harder against his, and he lifted me.
    I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me toward my bedroom, our lips never separating. He tossed me down on the bed and I watched as he crawled up the bed until he was hovering above me. “Javier…” I trailed off, not knowing what to say. I didn’t know anything except that I needed him inside me. My panties were damp and my nipples were already hard.
    “I think we should get you out of this,” he said, tugging my sports bra up and dragging it over my head. “Perfection,” he groaned, the reaction deep and throaty.
    His lips found my nipple and sucked, his tongue assaulting the hardened peak. A low moan escaped my lips and my fingers raked up and down his back. He lightly bit down and tugged, and I couldn’t help the “fuck” that burst out.
    He chuckled before moving to the other nipple, flicking his tongue over the tip before repeating his process. The pressure he created between my legs was building, and I needed more. Needed him. Needed something. I squirmed, the pulsing in my core growing fervent. I readjusted myself and placed his knee between my legs, needing friction. I began to move my hips, grinding against him. A low moan escaped my lips as his trailed down my stomach, his scruff tickling my senses. He shifted his body, pulling his leg back. “No…” I trailed off, panting.
    His fingers brushed along the elastic of my shorts, feather light touches raising goose bumps on my skin, before pulling them down and rubbing his nose against my damp panties. “I’m going to make you wish you’d never texted me.”
    I wanted to say something in return, but he yanked my panties down my legs and his mouth found my slick slit. A loud moan erupted from my throat and my hands fisted his hair. His tongue was ruthless—licking and sucking my clit, not giving me a moment to think.
    “Oh God,” I whimpered. “Yes.”
    His thumbs began rubbing small circles on my inner thighs as his tongue continued its assault. I was losing all sense of thought and consciousness as the pressure continued to build. I let my body take on a mind of its own, grinding against his mouth as much as he would let me.
    Javier moved suddenly, letting his scruff drag along