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Suddenly, his grip on her hair tightened and his entire body went taut. With a snarl, he held her head trapped as he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth in short, quick bursts. Kathryn opened her eyes and looked up. Ector’s eyes were squeezed shut, his brow low, and his lips were pulled back to bare his clenched teeth. He was as lost in the torturous throes of pleasure as she’d been while on his lap only moments earlier.

Kathryn took everything he had to give, sucking him with every pump, until finally his shaft expanded, and he roared his release. His seed flooded her mouth. She drank it greedily, licking every drop from his cock. Her hand continued to pump at his base as he shuddered, his breath ragged, and his palms petting her hair as though she were the more treasured thing in the universe.

Giving him one last lick, she released his cock and peeked up at him. Ector was gazing down at her with a smile on his lips and his golden irises almost fully eclipsed by his expanded pupils. He brushed the backs of his fingers down her cheeks and cupped her jaw.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked.

Kathryn grinned. “Not at all. I love how you lost control.”

“I…I, uh…” He chuckled and shook his head. “For the first time, I have no words. I am utterly in awe of you, wife.”

She smiled, loving the way that word—wife—sounded coming from him. He said it with so much pride, adoration, respect, andlovethat it seemed unreal; she never would’ve believed anyone could put so much meaning into so short and simple a word.

Kathryn ran her palms up his chest as she rose, sliding them around to the back of her neck. She stood on her toes to press her mouth to his in a brief but passionate kiss. “No words need to be said”—she brushed her nose against his and stared into his eyes—“husband.”

Chapter 12

Kathryn held the black diving suit in the air with both hands and eyed it critically. It looked as though it was made to fit a child the size of her seven-year-old grandson, Logan. When she’d first discovered the suit on the boat, she hadn’t realized how small it was. She glanced at Ector, who stood next to her holding the glass mask.

“This’ll fit me?” she asked incredulously.

He raked his gaze over her body again. “Every delicious curve.”

Kathryn laughed and playfully swatted his shoulder. “If you plan to make it into the water, you better stop that.”

Ector grinned. The hungry glint did not fade from his eyes. “The true test of whether we will make it into the water will come now. You need to remove your shirt.”

Smirking, Kat kept her gaze locked with his as she unbuttoned her shirt the rest of the way. She shrugged it off her shoulders, removing her arms from the sleeves one at a time to keep hold of the suit, until the shirt fell to the ground.

Ector perused her again with those ravenous eyes, and the pure lust in those golden orbs annihilated any insecurities she might’ve had at her naked body being seen in the light of day. Ector made her feel beautiful. No, more than that, he’d made her accept the truth of his words—shewasbeautiful. Her body was a testament to the fact that she’d lived; she’d known joy and sorrow, had birthed children, had loved and lost and loved again. In one way or another, all that was on display now.

And he’d helped her understand that it was all worth it. All of it had combined to make her the person she was today, and she was allowed to feel good about who she was, to embrace every imperfection.

Goosebumps spread across her skin, and her sex clenched with lingering desire. Ector had gifted her with an incredible orgasm earlier, but she wasn’t nearly satisfied—especially not after taking him into her mouth and watching him come undone. She craved so much more of him. But for now, she would restrain herself, as he was clearly trying to do judging by the way his skin fluctuated between green and maroon. Despite her desire, Kat thrummed with excitement to finally delve into Ector’s underwater world and see whatever it was he wanted to show her.

Taking the suit between both hands again, she bent down and, one at a time, lifted her feet and slipped them into the suit’s legs. The material stretched easily as she drew the suit up and over her hips. Once her arms were in the sleeves, her whole body was covered save for the opening at her upper back.

“How do you close it?” Kat asked, reaching behind her to feel along the gap in the material. Apart from smooth white parts at the suit’s chest and right wrist—she couldn’t tell if they were plastic or metal—she hadn’t seen any other attachments. The suit had no buttons, zippers, or ties.

“I believe you slide your fingers around that chest piece.” Ector pantomimed the action by raising a hand to his chest and twisting it clockwise.

Kathryn dipped her chin to look down at the circular attachment on the suit’s chest. She wasn’t sure how any of this worked, wasn’t sure how to operate the suit, wasn’t even sure how far she’d have to swim tonight, and she knew those uncertainties were contributing to her quickening heartbeat just as much as her anticipation. She settled her fingers on the attachment’s edges.

She couldn’t help but notice how odd it felt to touch anything with the suit covering her fingers; she retained a remarkable degree of sensitivity in her fingertips despite the material, but at the same time felt detached from that physical contact. She usually worked with her hands bare, even when she was helping in the fields—and she had the callouses as proof. She wasn’t sure if a number existed to count how many times a needle had pricked her finger while she was still learning her craft as a seamstress decades ago.

Shoving those thoughts aside, she twisted her hand, moving it the same way Ector had shown. Her fingertips slid around the edge of the chest piece. An odd sensation followed—the seam on the back of the suit sealed itself, closing off her skin to the open air and tightening the suit around her body. She straightened her back and wiggled her shoulders. It had felt like someone running a finger down her back.

The suit was form fitting, just as Ector had implied it would be, but it wasn’t at all uncomfortable. In fact, it was almost like being naked while having plenty of support and protection in all the places that needed a little lift.

She bent an arm back to brush her fingers over her spine. There was no trace of a seam anymore. Kathryn snickered. “I don’t know what I expected, but it definitely wasn’t that the opening would just…disappear.”

Ector grinned and moved a little closer, once more trailing his eyes over her. Reveling in the heat of his gaze, Kathryn turned in place, glancing over her shoulder to watch as he perused her. The suit clung to her like a second skin and accented her curves, but it didn’t reveal any true details.

When she faced him again, Ector lifted his gaze to hers. Though the hungry light in his eyes didn’t diminish, his grin eased into a softer smile. This expression was warm instead of hot, hinting that, beneath the surface, he was just as enthusiastic about the imminent excursion as she.

“While I must admit to preferring the view I had of you a few moments ago, this looks wonderful, too,” he said. “You will need to pull up the hood.”

“Hood?”

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