Chapter Three Hundred and Ninety Four

He shook his head as he walked her over to the side of the pool. He set her down carefully so that her legs dipped in the pool. At the perfect height, the water lapped at her gently, teasing the soft cleft between her legs. Which, now that he thought about it, was his job.

He got comfortable, ducking down in the pool, until he could kiss the inside of Emma's knee. The debate now was whether to linger, to go slowly, to make her crazy with lust, or to prevent his own imminent heart failure and just eat her uplike a ripe peach.

When she spread her knees and scooted forward, he decided to split the difference. He closed his eyes and licked the soft skin of her inner thigh.

He thought, not for the first time, that life was very, very kind.

Emma gripped the side of the pool, praying she wouldn't fall back, hit her head and drown. It would be such an embarrassing way to die. But if he kept nibbling on her inner thigh, she knew she was going to pass out from pure bliss.