Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
The water is cool and delicious over my heated skin. Reeds and river grass swirl with my hair as I turn in the deep, clear waters and swim for the surface. The current is gentle, and I easily swim against it to where I leaped in. Kharon’s still on the bank.
“Come on in,” I say.
He stands there, that uncertain look on his face again.
“Don’t tell me you can’t swim.”
“I can swim. I have many arms.”
I laugh at that. “Then why aren’t you in the water?”
“I never thought of getting in the river.”
“Why not?” Everything feels so easy here. I lay back and lazily backstroke, feeling the warm sun on my face. Having decided to release my burdens for however short a time, I feel dizzy with the relief. “It feels soooo good. Don’t you want to feel good?”
“I want to touch your delectable-looking wet body.”
I bite my lip and smile, feeling a zing shoot low in my belly. In all the excitement, it was easy to overlook the incredible sex that first brought us here. But now, as my body relaxes in the water, I’m quickly remembering.
I’m in a paradise outside of time with a man who, even in a place where it was miserable and freezing, could make my body sing. So what could he do to me here?
“Well, my delectable wet body is in the water. So maybe you should stop stalling and come in, too.”
He does that grumbly low thing in his throat that usually means he’s— I peek over at him, and yep, his shaft has gone fully hard. Unlike me, he didn’t bother putting on clothes. I spin around in the water like an otter, flipping and swimming a few strokes toward him and return to my back, swimming away again.
Peeking down at myself, I can see my nipples have gone hard from the water and, well. . . from looking at his hardness, too. Anticipating what might happen if he ever gets in the damn river.
He edges a toe off the bank and into the river, then immediately pulls it back out. Which startles a huge laugh out of me.
“Are you afraid of the water?” I choke out, swimming toward him again.
“No!” he immediately barks. “It just seems cold.”
“You run through the freezing snow all but naked!” I exclaim. “Come on, I promise it’s wonderful.”
Then, to entice him a little more, after making sure none of the lute-playing souls are around, I pull the drenched top over my head and toss it at him. He easily catches it with one of his hands and squeezes the water while he gulps when I bob out of the water so he can get a clear view of what he’s missing.
I swim back and forth in front of him.
He does the low rumble thing again. “Your bottoms too. And then I will come.”
I grin. “Making bargains now?”
“Just pressing my advantage.”
I shake my head as I reach down and tug my wet pants off. “This is only because I want to skinny-dip in paradise. Lay them out with my shirt so they can dry.” I toss the sodden pants toward him, and he expertly catches them. He does as I ask, laying them on the grass beyond the bank.
Then he returns and sucks in a huge breath. I swim towards the bank but stay in the river grass, where the bank drops off steeply into the deeper river. “Come in, big boy.” I stare outright at his hard shaft. “I want to feel you.”
He groans and steps into the river water. “I see it now. You are no angel. You are a water nymph, tempting me like this.”
I tread water, lifting up just enough so my breasts bob on the surface. “I’m tempting you?”
He groans, reaching down to fist his cock as the water hits his knees, then his waist. He’s among the reeds now, right at the drop-off.
“Careful,” I say, swimming closer but still staying out of his grasp. “That’s where it gets deep.”
“It has always been deep waters with you.”
My heart somersaults in my chest at his words.
And then he steps off and, clumsily, even with all his many arms and only looking slightly panicked, swims the last bit towards me.
I throw myself into his arms and, for the first time, dare to press my lips to his.
Chapter Twenty-One
KHARON
My eyes go wide at the feel of her small delicate lips pressed against mine. And suddenly, all discomfort at my body being weightless in the water is gone. I paddle with one set of arms, hold tight to her with the others, and focus on our mouths mating.
At first, she only presses her lips to mine. Kissing, I recall, in a daze. This is kissing. But then her little tongue presses against my lips, and I can barely remember my own name. In this, I let her take the lead, far too aware of my sharp teeth. I almost pull back. I am too dangerous for this intimacy.