Rae's POV
His hands were under the water before I could finish my next breath.
One palm slid between my thighs, cupping me possessively through the soaked lace. Two fingers traced my slit, slow, deliberate, maddening, pressing the fabric against my c**t and circling once, twice, just enough to make my hips jerk.
"Still mad, kitten?" he murmured against my ear, voice dark silk.
I couldn't answer. My head fell back against his shoulder as he kept teasing, never pushing inside, just stroking, petting, owning.
Then, without warning, he lifted me clean out of the pool.
Water cascaded off us both. I squealed, clinging to his neck as he carried me through the open glass doors, across the threshold, and straight into his bedroom.
The fairy lights were dimmed low, the bed turned down, the
