When they broke the water, Mary laughed, squeezing her arms around his neck. “I love you, Elliott.”
Overrun with emotion, he stared into her beautiful eyes. “You were mine from the second you first looked at me. I’ve loved you from the moment I put my hands on you.” Fate had finally led him in the right direction. To Mary. “This is our second chance, isn’t it?”
She wrapped her legs around his waist and shook her head. “Not a second chance. Our second journey.” She shifted against his hardened length pressed against her sex and wiggled her eyebrows.
He chuckled and kissed her cheek, then, keeping the conversation private, he whispered in her ear, “Tonight I’m going to flog you until that skin that belongs to me is dark red. I’m going to fuck you hard and make you come around my cock that belongs to you. Then I’m going to do it all over again.”
She shivered against him, and her gaze flared with the adoration he had longed to see. “Promise?”
Pulling his hand out of the water, he tapped her diamond necklace. “This was once Charles’s promise to you.” He reached for her hand and water dripped off her fingers as he kissed her ring. “Now, darlin’, this is mine.”
For my husband, who is the best inspiration for my book boyfriends.