"Tessa…" he murmured, voice low enough that it vibrated through the water and into her bones. "Please. Just… let me feel you."
Her fingers trembled. The protest died on her tongue as her hand—almost of its own accord—slid lower, tracing the hard planes of his abdomen before wrapping around the thick, heavy length of him beneath the water. He was already hard, hot despite the cool lake, pulsing in her grip.
A rough groan tore from his throat, his head tipping back, exposing the strong column of his neck.
Tania's tiny voice floated from the shore, complaining sharply. "Hey! Don't just forget I'm here! I pushed you in for this, you know. At least acknowledge the genius—"
Neither of them heard her.
