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body.
    Nate
was holding onto me.  His hands were on my arms.  His touch was like nothing I
had ever felt on this earth.  Just the sheer strength of him was stunningly
erotic.  His grip, forceful yet controlled, practically hummed with the power
of him.  He’s so much stronger than you.  He could hold you against his
body, pin you down, force that big, straining cock deep, deep inside you.
    He
gently placed me next to him, where there was a little ledge under the water,
like a seat.
    “Fucking
idiot,” he mumbled towards Riley, who was now swimming around like a madman. 
“You all right?”
    The
effect of Nate’s touch was more than electric.  Something in me had shifted.  Some
new, freakishly-strong craving had taken over.  Like he’d imprinted me with the
echo of his heat and I’d never be able to think about anything else until my
hunger had somehow been eased.  By him, for him, with him.  I was almost too
awe-struck to answer.  “Yes,” I managed.  “I’m fine.”
    He
was even more good-looking, up close like this.  With his dark hair wet and his
brown skin jeweled with water-diamonds.  His face, without his hat and
sunglasses, was striking.  Mesmerizing.  Violet-blue eyes were rimmed with
thick eyelashes.  His features were bold and imperfect yet somehow perfectly
assembled, from the wide nose to the full, sensuous mouth.  He looked like a
Greek god, all tanned and sculpted and shimmery in the star-flicked night.
    Nate
was watching me watch him, and his gaze was just as intense as my own.  He was
studying my face.  My mouth.  His eyes followed the wavy strands of my blond hair,
which hung down to barely cover the fullness of my breasts like a wet, lacy
veil.
    “You
look like a mermaid,” he said softly, and that deep, velvety tone of his voice
caused the light pulse of my sex to swell and flutter even more.  I felt almost
uncomfortably aroused, tingling and hot.  Open.  “So beautiful,” he said, his
voice rasped.  Was it possible to come without even being touched?  If I’d
suffered from a lack of arousal my whole life, I was now having the opposite
problem.  If Nate were to touch me now, just the lightest, feathery touch,
anywhere on my body, I thought I would melt.  I was riding a mellow wave that
would crash violently, with passionate surges of beauty that would rock my
world in directions I’d never gone.  I could tell.  But I didn’t need to rush. 
It would happen.  It was happening.  His gaze was hot and hungry and he
was saying something else.  “Flawless.  The most exquisite vision I’ve ever
seen.”
    So
the brooding, stoic Nate Walker was a romantic.  A sweet-talker.  For some
reason, I loved this.  It was a little unexpected.  And God knew I’d
never been talked to like this before.  Cal’s come-ons had always
sounded more crude than sexy.
    Riley
was close by.  He was floating on his back, looking up at the sky, giving us
some time, splashing lightly.  The warm current of his movement washed gently
around us.
    “You
sure about all this?” Nate asked me.
    In
fact I’d never been more sure about anything in my whole life.  I felt more alive
and more feminine than I ever had.  I wanted to show him this, to
pleasure him with it, with me, to give as I took and felt and
basked in the pleasure he was already feeding me – such a strange, amazing
feeling.  “I’m sure,” I said.  But the question cast a wider net around our
circumstance.  It made me wonder about them, where they’d come from, who they’d
left behind.
    I’d
suspected, in the past, that Cal might have cheated on me once or maybe more. 
There was nothing concrete about the evidence.  No lipstick on his collar or
receipts for dinners out.  Cal didn’t do dinner out, first of all.  And
he mostly wore t-shirts.  But I’d had a feeling a couple of times, that
something was up.  There had been one night when he’d been out late and didn’t
come home until the morning.