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I shrug, another smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth.
She smiles before her expression softens. “You make me want to be brave.” Releasing a careful breath, she adds softly, “Show me how.”
At first, I think she means to show her how to be brave, which, considering she is one of the bravest people I know, seems like an odd request. I’m about to tell her as much when her free hand slips from mine and dips under the water, her fingers grazing my lower abdomen. Oh.
Walking us to the shallowest part of the pond, I set her on her feet. The water laps low around my hips while two-thirds of her is still below the surface. Cradling her face between my hands, I lean down and kiss her slowly, enjoying the play of her lips against mine. She relaxes as familiar, happy purrs of contented pleasure emanate from her throat. Automatically, she reaches for my waist to pull me closer.
As our kiss deepens, and her desire unfurls like a vine of moonflowers, snaking around me as it blooms. I nurture it, stroking the part of her that lives within me with invisible fingers. She moans a soft, sweet sound, and it makes me burn for her—not a bonfire, but a comforting warmth after a life living in the cold.
“Claim me,” I murmur against her lips. “Explore what is and will be forever yours.”
“I thought you were supposed to show me,” she mumbles between kisses.
My hands slide down the long column of her throat as my mouth trails along her jaw to the shell of her ear. “I will tell you what I like.”
A shuddering breath escapes her as the magnitude of what I offered settles over her. I won’t lead her hand where it may not be ready to go. Instead, I give her what is often most difficult for me—my words.
Tentatively, one of her hands falls from my hip, her fingers trailing down until they brush the base of my cock. I stand perfectly still, letting her set the pace, and I’m rewarded with a stroke from root to tip. It’s the first time anyone besides myself has touched my dick, and my whole body shivers under the barest of contact.
“Does this feel good?” she asks, continuing to gently brush her fingers up and down.
“Yes,” I whisper, dropping my hands to her shoulders and my forehead to the top of her head. Depending on how long she keeps this up, this alone could be enough to do me in.
Sensing the truth in the single word, she grows bolder, wrapping her hand around me and continuing her careful strokes along my length. “How about now?”
My first instinct is to repeat myself, because again, she’s touching me and it feels amazing all by itself, but I also told her that I would share what I like. “Firmer grip. You won’t hurt me.” I groan when she does as instructed, but thanks to water being a terrible lubricant, friction quickly becomes an issue.
Noticing my discomfort, she asks, “What’s wrong?”
“Water isn’t very slick,” I answer in a breathless pant, conflicted because I don’t want her to stop.
It’s nearly comical the way I can sense her shift into problem-solving mode. Her hand stops moving, but it doesn’t release me either. “Saliva is used a lot in the books, but I don’t think that’ll work here. Plus, I don’t want to spit in my hand.” A choked sound somewhere between a cough and a laugh escapes me, and I’m about to tell her it’s fine, that the pleasure outweighs the pain, when she shyly asks, “How much do you trust me?”
“Completely,” I respond, standing up straighter so I can look down at her.
There’s an intrigued gleam in her gaze, an invitation to play with her. “Sit over there for me.”
I glance down at her hand and then back up with a raised brow.
“Whoops.” She quickly retracts her hand. There’s a flutter of embarrassment, but no longer a sense of nervousness.
Liking that she’s growing more comfortable with my body, I do as she requests, shifting myself out of the water to sit on one of the nearby flat rocks. For a moment, she seems to forget herself, her eyes round and her breath shallow as she stares at me. Leaning back on my hands, I let her look, relishing the thrum of her arousal through the bond. Her gaze is like caressing fingertips as it passes down my form, and I swallow a groan when she bites her bottom lip.
She wades closer, a siren who already owns my soul, and places her hands on my splayed knees. As her touch slides up my thighs, a heated tingling sensation pours from her palms, and the water dripping down my body now feels like warm oil.
“It’s massage oil,” she explains, illustrating by rubbing the substance into my skin. “It’s the first thing I could think of that I’ve experienced before.” A sheepish expression takes over her face as she looks at my dripping hair. “It was only supposed to be where my hands touched, but uh, trying to keep my magic small can still be tricky. You’ll probably want to shower when we get back.”
Leaning forward, I take a lock of her hair, and with amusement, I show it to her. I’m not the only one who will need a shower.
“Crap,” she mumbles, taking one hand from my thigh, turning, and swishing it into the water. When she lifts it up, it glistens with oil. “Double crap.”
“Is it the ravine too?” I ask, wondering if I should be concerned for the nearby wildlife.
“I really hope not,” she murmurs. Still standing between my knees, she tugs her oil heavy sweater off and flings it onto the rock beside me. Next is her skirt, and then before I can fully appreciate how she’s wearing one of her fancy bras that is now mostly see-through, she’s bouncing and paddling her way to a small waterfall that feeds from the ravine into the pond. “This is so much harder to move in, and I can touch the ground… mostly,” she complains, and then yelps when her hand touches the flowing liquid. “Nope, it’s water. Very, very cold water.”
Wanting to make sure massage oil isn’t being sent farther down into the forest, I get up and test the other side. It’s also cold water. “It’s only the pond,” I observe, flicking the water from my fingers.
“So much for romance,” Callie grumbles, making her way back to one of the flat rocks and hoisting herself out. “You show me this beautiful place, and I ruin it with my bright idea. Sure, let’s turn water into massage oil. That won’t backfire at all.” Standing with her hands on her hips, unaware of the erotic picture she creates, she frowns down at the pond. “Now, the question is how do I turn you back?”
