Debbie’s head touched the edge, and instinctively, her hands went backwards and grasped the sides to keep her from sinking. She knew she was in over her head…in more ways than one. She was helpless at the hands of this man.

Her body arched, parting the water as she anchored herself to the side of the pool. The movement thrust her breasts up and out, enticing and taunting, and Cole could not resist. His mouth swooped and he encircled the tight little bud at the center of one breast, relishing the hard throb of her pulse beneath his tongue. He rolled it gently between his teeth and felt her body buck beneath him as the tiny pain sent shafts of pleasure throughout her system. He laughed once, low and distinct, and then drank from the droplets in the shadowy valley between her breasts as he journeyed across to the other side and took similar license.

His heart pounded. His manhood throbbed. The water was nothing but a silken torture, lapping and teasing with ever-constant movement. His hands slid down below the surface and between her thighs, parting them with gentle persuasion as she opened to receive him.

He might have been able to wait. It just might have been possible to prolong the delicious torture of fluid foreplay, but she moved. And he slid too close to the heat and fell into the pleasure.

For one long moment, neither moved. But their shock at the joining was fleeting as their need grew.

Her grip tightened on the side of the pool as Cole entered her more deeply. Letting her float free, his hands encircled her waist and he began to move.

She moaned once, the size of him more than she’d imagined, yet no more than she could stand. He was hot and hard and silken, a motion of magic inside her body.

Her groan made him panic. “Am I hurting you, baby?” he whispered, uncertain how he’d ever be able to withdraw from the sweetness.

“Not enough…not enough.”

Her answer drove him over the edge. Cole caught his breath at the magnitude of feelings that overwhelmed him. For the first time in his life, he was home…and he knew it…and it scared him to death. But he’d needed too much and had stepped over the line.

The water rocked her gently, and then Cole gripped her waist and rocked her again. Slowly at first and then with increasing speed and depth, he took her right to the edge.

Her eyes were closed as she drifted, lost inside herself at the emotions swamping her. Cole gritted his teeth, felt himself losing control, and made one last effort to prolong the ecstasy.

“Lady…”