Zoe POV

His mouth moves against my neck, slow and deliberate, his lips finding the curve where neck meets shoulder and staying there, and the water shifts around us with each small movement.

One hand curves around my shoulder, steady, anchoring. The other finds my breast—not rushed, just present, his palm warm against my skin as his fingers learn the shape of me with the unhurried attention of someone who has been waiting for this and intends to take his time. His mouth finds ...