Devan's hand slides into my hair as he deepens the kiss.
The world narrows to the press of his mouth against mine. Warm, firm, certain. The hesitation from a heartbeat ago vanished like it had never existed. His other hand finds my waist beneath the water, fingers splaying there as if he has been holding back from touching me for days.
Maybe he had.
The pool lights shimmer around us, refracting gold across his shoulders, across the sharp line of his jaw. I taste mint and something distinctly him, something that makes my knees weaken even in waist-deep water.
This isn't cautious. It isn't polite. It is everything we hadn't said.
I feel the shift in him the moment control snaps. His grip tightens just slightly, enough to pull me closer until there is no space left between us.
I can feel the press of his erection against my stomach sending a warmth into my lower belly.
The water cools my skin, but everywhere he touches burns.
