Larissa's POV
A soft whimper escaped my lips as my fingers gripped Carson's slick shoulders for stability. He had me pressed firmly against the pool's tiled edge, his muscular frame molded against every curve of my body. Through the thin barriers of our swimwear, I could feel his arousal pressing insistently against my belly, hard and demanding.
"God, Rissa," he rasped against my parted lips. "You drive me crazy."
His palms slid downward along my sides, finally settling on my hips before moving to grasp my backside. He lifted me slightly, positioning me so that his hardness aligned perfectly with my center. Despite the fabric separating us, the friction sent electric jolts of desire racing through my veins.
"Carson," I breathed, pulling away from his mouth to catch my breath.
"Say the word," he murmured roughly, his lips trailing fire down the column of my throat. "One word from you, and I'll back away."
