He reached between us and rubbed my clit.
The second orgasm rose hard and fast, built on the first, on the stretch of him, on the pressure of his fingers and the dirty praise in his voice.
“Come on my cock,” he said. “Let me feel it.”
I broke.
I clamped around him, pleasure rushing through me so fiercely I couldn’t breathe around it. I cried his name, hips jerking under his, and Zane groaned like the sound dragged him apart.
He thrust twice more, harder now.
“Daphne,” he said, and came with a hard shudder, his face buried against my neck, his body heavy and shaking over mine.
For a long moment, neither of us moved.
The world came back in pieces: lake water against wood, pine wind, and my heartbeat.
Zane’s weight braced carefully above me even now, like some part of him still refused to crush me.
I slid my hand up his back.
He lifted his head. His eyes searched my face, serious now, almost too serious after what we’d just done in broad daylight on his dock.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded, then realized he needed words. “I’m okay.”
“Nothing hurts?”
“Not in a bad way.”
His mouth twitched, but his eyes stayed focused. “Daphne.”
“I’m good,” I said softly. “Really.”
Zane kissed me then, slow and deep, with none of the earlier rush. That kiss left me shaking in a quieter way. His mouth moved slowly over mine, and his hand stayed warm against my jaw.
He eased out of me carefully, and I bit my lip at the loss. Zane noticed that too. He pressed one more kiss to my forehead, then reached for his shirt and used it to clean me with a tenderness that made my throat close.
“Your shirt,” I said.
“It’s already wet.”
“That’s because you walked into a lake wearing boots.”
“I was distracted.”
I laughed softly.
He looked at me then, and the smile faded into something warmer. “I don’t regret that.”
My chest tightened. “Me either.”
He helped me sit up. My legs felt unreliable. My hair was a lost cause. My skin smelled like lake air, sun, and him. I found my underwear and shorts, then paused with the fabric bunched in my hands and my pulse still unsteady.
Zane pulled on his briefs and jeans, then sat beside me on the dock without reaching for his shirt. His shoulder brushed mine.
Neither of us moved away.
