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“Guess you needed the break?”
    â€œI need a kiss more.” He brought her against his incredible body, making her gasp as his now cooled skin met her heated body. “What do you say?”
    Nodding, Issy looked at his mouth and whispered, “I say yes.” Always, yes.
    She loved kissing Adam.
    As he slowly lowered his head, his smile faded. He skimmed his lips along her jaw, up to her ear. “Jesus, you smell good.”
    She clutched at his shoulders. “You do, too.”
    He kissed her sensitive throat, and one hand dipped under the water to stroke her back, down her waist, and over her hip.
    He leaned back to see her as he palmed her backside in the wet bathing suit bottoms. His eyes turned darker, heavy-lidded. When he hoisted her against him, she naturally put her legs around his waist.
    Wet fingertips trailed over her shoulder to her throat, then along the top edge of her bathing suit top. “You ever had sex in the lake, Issy?”
    Heartbeat thundering, she shook her head.
    â€œYou’d love it,” he promised huskily. “And this cove is private enough to make it possible.”
    Scandalized, titillated, she whispered, “You mean..?”
    He smiled and lightly kissed her mouth. “Not this time.”
    What a tease! “Why not?” Now that he’d said it, she wanted it, damn it.
    â€œBecause our first time I want to see you. Every inch of you. And that’s not possible with half your body hidden in the water.”
    â€œOh.” Okay, that sounded pretty good too, because if Adam could see all of her, she’d be able to see all of him. A win-win.
    Those teasing fingers played with one strap of her bra-top, ramping up her anticipation until finally he slid it down her left shoulder, down, down, until he could carefully scoop her breast free.
    They both groaned.
    Adam didn’t kiss her—he was too busy looking at her, at the way his rough fingers held her pale breast, how his big thumb teased over her already taut nipple, sending ripples of sharp pleasure straight to her womb.
    In a voice gone rough, he said, “I need to taste you, Issy.”
    Her thighs tightened around him and she watched as his head lowered to her, as his tongue circled, teased, and then as his lips closed over her, sucking gently.
    So good. So, so deliciously good.
    Letting her head drop back, she arched her body, bringing their pelvises closer together. Good Lord, she felt the pull of his mouth in amazing places. He readjusted so that the hand holding her bottom could slip into her trunks over her bare flesh. His long fingers searched over her, making her squirm and gasp, before sliding over her slick sex. He didn’t press his fingers into her; no, he just teased, over and over, until she felt frenzied and couldn’t stop her hips from moving against him.
    Lifting his head, he groaned, “I’m on the ragged edge here, Isabella. Tell me you want me.”
    Words were beyond her. She was already so far gone that it amazed her. She tried to draw a breath but it sounded like a high-pitched cry instead. The water swirled around them.
    With wonder, Adam breathed, “Damn,” then eased a finger into her, testing her, feeling the slicker wetness of her excitement. “You’re close, aren’t you, baby?”
    Unable to think, she locked one hand in his hair, braced the other on his shoulder. “Adam... please ,” she breathed.
    As his gaze searched over hers, it filled with satisfaction. “Whatever you want, honey.” Bending back to her breast, he drew her in again, this time not so gently. He worked a second finger into her, keeping them pressed deep as she rolled her hips, moving in the rhythm she needed, ready to break. Close. So close .
    But before she quite reached that critical peak, the sound of an approaching boat motor caught their attention.
    Apparently better able to think than she was, Adam dipped them both lower in