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evading her every move, holding her knee away from his balls and her hands from his face. He even grinned at her under the water, holding her hands captive against his broad chest. Finally, her lungs ready to burst, she dug her nails into him as hard as she could. He let her go with a grimace of pain.
    She shot to the surface, gasping for breath and coughing as water poured over her face along with her hair. Ducking again, she tipped her head back so that her hair streamed sleekly off her face.
    “Aaugh!” Slyde surfaced with a growl of pain. “You little clawed lizard.”
    Sirena glared at him. She was soaked and she would have to walk half the length of the ship to her quarters for dry clothing.
    “That’s nothing compared to what I’d like to do, you great beast,” she hissed.
    He surged forward and hauled her into his arms. He was, impossibly, even handsomer with water gleaming on his taut, golden skin, his hair a sleek cap on his head. He looked like an angry god.
    “Don’t kick me,” he warned a low growl in her ear. “Or I will dunk you again, siren.”
    She believed him, but this close, she had a better idea for revenge. She gave him a smoldering look. Turnabout was fair play—she would leave him panting for her.
    “I don’t need to kick you. I have other weapons.”
    “I know,” he growled. “You used them on me.” He pulled open his soaking jacket with one hand.
    She looked down at the broad expanse of golden chest that appeared. The swelling pads of his mighty pectorals were marred with four small blotches on each side, a few oozing blood.
    “The wounds of battle,” she murmured sweetly. “Let me heal them.”
    She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his chest.

    He should’ve known, was his only coherent thought. He should’ve known she’d find another torture, far worse than the sting of her nails.
    Her mouth was like wet silk on his skin as she kissed each tiny bruise in turn. He sucked in a breath as he felt her tongue lapping at the place where she’d broken his skin. His arms tightened around her.
    His eyes slid shut, and his cock stiffened eagerly—it had barely subsided from their encounter in the escape hatch. It only grew as her arms slipped up about his neck and she kissed her way up across the plain of his chest, to the far more sensitive skin of his throat.
    He should stop this now—should pull her twining arms from round his neck, hold her at arm’s length and tell her calmly that she couldn’t best him this way, either. Because he was afraid that she could. She was demonstrating clearly that she could also arouse him whenever she wanted.
    But even knowing this, he tipped back his head, inviting more.
    Then she curled her legs around his waist, locking them behind his back, and began to rock herself slowly against his cock as she bit him gently beneath his ear. Their thin, wet uniforms, even his protective cup made of soft but strong fabric, was little barrier between them. Her breasts pillowed against his chest, and the soft crease between her thighs cradled his erection. Arousal roared through him so hot he was dimly surprised the water in the pond did not begin to boil.
    She moaned her approval of his hard length and rode him harder, faster. The steady pressure, the feel of her in his arms, was more pleasure than he could withstand.
    No, no , he thought, bemused. Surely this was only supposed to happen when they were nude, locked together in full coitus. He felt his balls tighten, felt the feathering of ecstasy at the base of his spine.
    With a low groan of surrender, he turned his face against her hair and let a fast, furious orgasm rocket through him.
    Dimly he heard her cry his name as she too climaxed. She stiffened in his arms and shuddered deeply, her breath hot against his throat. Then they were both still, panting. Slyde staggered a little and sank back in the water, letting it hold them up.
    His body and brain felt as loose and liquid as the water surrounding