95.

Lily's POV

Slowly, obeying his command, I began to strip, silently releasing the tiny buttons of my cotton dress from their constraints.

I let the dress fall from my shoulders, exposing my lacy blue bra, the same colour of his eyes and the pool around us. Aiden stepped between my legs and made as if to hug me.

"Hold still." He whispered, then unhooked my bra as well.

The cold rush of air made my nipples pull up in taut, almost painful buds. Instinctively, my fingers moved upwards to caress them.

But he was already lifting me into his arms, holding me so that we were huddled together against the pool, my breasts crushed against his chest as he pulled me tightly against him.

His lips found mine with such alacrity that I was left short of words. He kissed me with such all-consuming passion that I moaned, my own tenuous control shattering.

Aiden's hands were all over me, molding me, arousing me. For the first time, I realized exactly why this man could make me respond as no one before.