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“And what if it’s not? What if there’s something more they can do? Or something you can do? You can’t let all the what-ifs get to you. What if everything is okay and you just need more time?”

He offered me a half smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You’re right,” he conceded.

“I usually am,” I pointed out, sitting up straighter.

He reached up and brushed a damp strand of hair from my forehead. When his lips touched mine, I knew there was something different about this kiss. Something softer, tender almost.

When he pulled back, I could feel the heat in my cheeks and a tingling between my thighs that had nothing to do with the massage jets.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his forehead pressed against mine.

“You’re drunk,” I tossed back at him, his compliment making me uneasy.

“Haven’t even touched it,” he replied so earnestly I didn’t have to check the bottle to know he wasn't lying.

I bent down and kissed him, feeling the hard length of his cock stirring below my thighs.

“We should eat,” I mumbled, trying not to get distracted by the wet kisses Cody left down my throat.

“You’re right. I’m starving,” he rumbled, but the look on his face told me it wasn’t food he had on his mind.

Without a word, he flipped me around so I was sitting in his lap, my back pressed against his chest. His fingers skated down my side, bumping over my ribs, and I shivered at the sensation. I dropped my head back onto his shoulder as he nuzzled against my neck.

When his palms spread out across my thighs, my eyes fell closed. “What are you doing?” I practically purred.

“Sit back and enjoy,” Cody growled against my neck before sucking on my pulse point, which had me feeling like I was going to explode.

He continued his exploration, and when he found my knees, he lifted them up and adjusted them over his. I was sitting in his lap, panting like a dog in the summer heat with my legs spread wide and his hard cock pressed against my ass.

“Cody,” I murmured as he continued his torture.

“Shhh,” he cautioned.

With a feather-light touch, he trailed his fingers up the inside of my thighs, making me want to clamp my legs together.

The moment his finger pressed against my already tingling clit, my eyes sprang open.

“What?”

“Just relax and let me take care of you,” he told me, his voice like velvet.

With the perfect amount of pressure, he circled the sensitive bundle of nerves while never stopping his kisses. When his free hand ran up my side, I straightened my spine.

“Relax,” he repeated, cupping my boob.

The moan that was drawn from somewhere deep inside me echoed through the night. I twisted my head, grabbed a fistful of his hair, and took the kiss I needed more than I needed my next breath.

As our tongues tangled together, he slipped a finger inside me, and I rose from his lap.

Breaking the kiss, I panted. “More, Cody, I need more.”

I didn’t care how desperate I sounded, right here, in this moment with this man, I was. Lowering myself back down in the water, he tweaked my nipple, sending an electric current of pleasure straight through my body.

As he pumped his fingers in and out of my body, I rode the pleasure. Everything felt like just more. With Cody whispering all the filthy things he wanted to do to me, things I wanted to let him do, I was barely hanging on.

“You gonna come, baby girl?” he asked before leaning forward and licking a bead of water from my collarbone.

“Oh fuck …” I muttered.