Leroy could feel Lorraine's smile against his skin as she teased him.
She hadn't forgotten every lesson he'd ever drilled into her on how to hold, how much force, and how to draw out him until his control frayed, and she employed it all now with wicked precision.
His jaw locked, muscles tight, as his eyes pinned the man still standing there. His hand clamped on her waist hard enough to make her yelp, though she didn't stop.
Her hair floated in a golden halo over the water, hiding the truth of what her hands were doing beneath the surface. Her breath, hot and quick, ghosted across his chest, and he burned with the need to groan and yet that wretched presence restrained him.
"What?" he snarled instead, the word cracking the air like a whip. For a heartbeat, she froze, startled, but his palm rubbed her back, telling her without words that his wrath wasn't for her.
