“Mrs. Fite,” he said against my skin. “My wife.”
 
 “My husband.”
 
 He kissed me, pulling me into his arms in the water, where I was so buoyant that my legs went around him without any effort. My back hit the side of the pool wall as he kissed me, rubbing his lower abs against my core to drive me insane, knowing the hard length of him was right there, ready, pressing up against my ass.
 
 I took matters into my own hands, lifting up onto my elbows on his shoulders to align us, and then lowering myself with aching slowness. Rylen cursed against my neck, biting lightly until I’d taken the whole length of him. The water made fast movements difficult, so each thrust was pronounced, his strong hips pressing hard. It didn’t take long for my whole body to tense, and then detonate. My cries of pleasure echoed through the room, and Rylen grinned as he pressed again, making me shiver and whimper with sensitivity.
 
 “Can you even hear how sexy you are, Pepper?”
 
 I held him and took his wet earlobe into my mouth. “I think it’s my turn to go underwater.”
 
 He kissed me, his lips lingering. “If you insist.”
 
 I did. In fact, I’d insist on quite a few things that evening, and my wonderful hubby would deliver without complaint.