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he walked toward her, reaching for him as he got close. He brushed her hands away, slipping back into the water and pulling her in with him. The cool tile was hard on her back as he pulled her close for a rough kiss. He lifted her leg over his hip, burrowing the tip of his erection against her. “I can’t be gentle,” he murmured. “I’ve waited too many years to have you again.”
    Waited years? What did he mean by—
    The thought was abruptly cut off by the sudden, swift presence of him shoving inside her. Even though she was wetter, readier, than she’d ever been, the sheer size of him caught her off guard. Stretching tight slick flesh, pressing deep, and just when she thought she couldn’t take any more he drove in another inch.
    Her mouth opened wide on a silent scream of pleasured pain, her startled gasps swallowed by his mouth as he pumped inside her with his cock and his tongue. Towering over her by several inches, he surrounded her, dominated her. She’d never felt so invaded, so claimed. She wasn’t sure she liked it. But her body did.
    She felt herself easing, softening around him, relaxing to take him deep with every surge of his hips. “Oh, Kit,” he groaned, the helpless note in his voice perfectly matching the way she felt. Suddenly he pulled out, ignoring her embarrassing wail of protest as he spun her around to face the edge of the pool.
    Gripping her hips so hard it should have hurt, he thrust in from behind, whispering all the while how beautiful she was, how hot and tight her pussy felt around him. Whispers that faded into groans as his hands reached around to cup her breasts, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her yell as she pulsed and clenched around him. His hips pumped faster now, short shallow strokes interspersed with long deep plunges as he gasped and heaved behind her.
    Bracing her hands on the tile wall, Kit pushed against him, working herself on his swollen shaft, pushing him so deep she felt him at the base of her spine. Her climax hovered around the edges of every stroke, knotting and tightening low in her belly. Suddenly he stiffened behind her, a low roar bellowing from his chest as he jerked heavily inside her.
    The tight walls of her pussy clamped down in response, clenching around him as her own orgasm pulsed through her core with such force she might have drowned if he hadn’t been holding her up.
    He cradled her against him as he nuzzled his mouth against her neck. Though she wasn’t one for postcoital cuddling, Kit allowed herself to enjoy his tender affection. He was preventing her from drowning after all.
    “Aw, shit,” he muttered.
    Not exactly what she was expecting him to say.
    Abruptly he pulled out and levered out of the pool as she gradually became aware of what he must have heard. Motors running. Doors slamming. Drunken laughter. “C’mon, unless you want to be tonight’s late-night entertainment.”
    Kit considered herself adventurous when it came to sex, but she had no desire to be caught in the act by ten of her closest friends. Hurrying as much as possible on sex-weakened legs, Kit awkwardly heaved herself up and onto the patio.
    Jake gathered up their clothes and wrapped her in an oversize pool towel before tucking one around his hips. Pulling her over to a set of sliding glass doors away from the main entry, he whispered a quick prayer, followed by a sigh of relief when the door slid open without protest.
    Someone cranked up the stereo as they padded down the dark hallway.
    How was she supposed to get to her room unnoticed when she had to cut through the living room? The hall light snapped on, and heavy footsteps echoed against the tiles. Grabbing her arm, Jake pulled her into a bedroom, dimly lit by a single lamp on the heavy wooden bedside table.
    His bedroom, she quickly concluded when she saw the shirt he’d been wearing earlier carelessly tossed across the foot of the queen-size bed.
    Grinning like a son of a bitch, he tumbled her back on the