Nathan's POV
She lowered her head until our foreheads touched. Her breath was unsteady, warm against my mouth.
"You're going to tear your stitches, you idiot," she finally whispered, her voice rough, but there was no teasing, only concern—deep, authentic concern that melted away the last of my control.
"Let me worry about that." I smirked, and then I leaned in to kiss her. Our lips sealed, and we kissed passionately, a desperate, fierce collision that had been building since the moment I first saw her naked again. My hand grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling her hard against me as she moved instinctively on my lap, water slicking our skin together.
