Mari could breathe, didn't care if she ever breathed again as long as Ty's mouth was on hers. His firm lips danced over hers, enticing, begging for her to open for him. She knew she was treading on thin ice, racing away the safety of the shore to the perilous, deeper end of the lake, but she didn't care. She lived an empty, hollow life filled with anguish, guilt, anger, and loneliness, but right now she knew what pleasure and mutual desire felt like. And she liked ...