And there in the moonlight, surrounded by a zillion stars and a beautiful, wet, warm woman, he leaned in close and watched her eyes dilate. Then he nibbled the curve where her neck met her shoulder, tracing his tongue over the spot as he ran his hands under the water and down her body, beneath her dress, sliding his palms slowly along her thighs, bringing the material of her skirt up with them.

“Aidan—”

“Hold this,” he murmured against her mouth when he had the dress up around her waist.

When her hands reached down and gripped the dress, holding it up for him, he kissed her again and encouraged the bodice of the sundress to slip.

She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her eyes were wide on his, her mouth open a little, like maybe she needed it that way just to breathe. Her expression said she wasn’t one hundred percent sure what he was up to.

Which was just as well, since what he was up to was no good. He cupped her breasts and bent his head to them.

She seemed to melt then, and he liked to think that if he didn’t have such a grip on her she’d have glided into a boneless heap at the bottom of the hot tub.

But he did have her.

He knew he always would.

“What if someone comes?” she whispered.

“No one’s coming but you.” And then he slid his hand between her legs, finding her hot and slick and ready. “God, Lily.”

“Aidan—”

“No one’s home tonight,” he promised. “By some miracle even Kenna’s out at a movie.”

When she closed her eyes, swallowed hard and then moaned her pleasure, he knew he had her. He played his fingers over her and she sighed again, completely relaxing into his touch. Trusting. Pliant. “You want this,” he murmured.

“I want you,” she agreed. “Always have.”

It wasn’t a declaration of love, not even close, so why did it feel like one? He kissed her again, this kiss intense and lingering.

She whispered against his lips soundlessly, but he heard her. Felt her.

“Now. Please.”

Yes. Now. He lifted her to the edge of the tub. Water splashed as he put hands on her thighs and gently nudged them wide, making himself at home in between.

The only light came from the stars and crescent moon but it was enough to see clearly. She looked beautiful. He wanted this to last all night, but all his good intentions slipped when she whispered his name again, husky, needy. Hungry.

Hungry for him, thank God.