When he gripped the edge of the pool, he pressed her back to the wet wall. “Mine.” He touched his finger to the little dent in her chin, then skimmed it down, and down. “You’re all mine.” “Same goes. Now show me. Show me how much you want me.” He took her mouth first, let the hunger come, let it fill him to aching while she answered with equal fervor. And when her arms locked around his neck, she filled him.
