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Because I have thick parts of my thighs now. It’s been a lot of hard work, but they are there.
Ignoring Roan’s booming laughter at my close call, I flick the tee shirt free and bend with my back to the water to take off my socks. Roan’s laughter cuts off with a sharp intake of breath.
In my hurry to join him in the water, I had completely forgotten the underwear I had selected this morning after I showered and changed. It’s nothing overly racy, like the lacy lingerie Seldon had tried to convince me to buy, but it’s definitely the nicest I’ve ever owned.
The hot pink briefs stretch across my ass, the scraps of material struggling to maintain some level of dignity. This particular pair barely covers my cheeks, especially with the wide cut out beneath the thick waistband that gives a peek at the cleft of my ass.
Not that Roan had seen just yet, but they also dip almost indecently low at the front. When I slipped them on in a rush this morning, I'd been extremely grateful that I naturally have no body hair so I hadn't needed to take care of any maintenance to wear them.
As I becomeveryaware of Roan's gaze on me, and the fact that I am bent over basically presenting myself to him, I freeze, and it feels like the Falls freezes with me.
I’m slow to stand, my breath shaking with anticipation. I try to breathe slowly and deeply, try to focus onanythingelse but the intense awareness building in the moment but I can’t, and I can feel my cock rapidly,dangerously, filling in my tiny, inappropriate briefs.
In the seconds that it takes to stand, ready to face Roan, my dick is already rock hard, further testing the integrity of the fabric, straining like a divining rod to what it wants. Roan.
Maybe I should just make a run for it? Just walk out of the Falls and back into the Woods? A neric—a bear-like creature with poisonous claws—could grab me. Or maybe a nabras could just swallow me whole and save me from the embarrassment?
Or maybe Roan could swallow me and save me from blue balls?A particularly unhelpful voice chimes in. I take a deep breath in and hold it for a few counts before releasing it. Deep breath in. Deep breath out.
And then, I turn to face the water, acutely aware of the warmth of the stone, rough beneath my feet. The heat of the sun's rays on my creamy, pale skin, the way my gold-flecked freckles glow in the light, the flutter of the cool breeze as it passes, the roaring sound of the Falls.
Of the way Roan swallows hard when he rakes his dark grey eyes over me from head to toe. He mutters something under his breath, and I am pretty sure that it was “fuck me”, but I am all of a sudden too hyper aware of the moment to risk it all by being a dick. My legs tremble when I lower myself to the rock at the edge of the pool, Roan treading water in front of me, as I hesitantly slide myself in.
The water is cool, refreshing on my overheated skin, relieving the frantic pulse throbbing through me, pushing me closer and closer to Roan. I can only reach the sandy floor of the pool here on my tippy toes, so I bob, treading water. Roan’s big arms swing wide to keep himself afloat, and his fingers brush mine with each pass.
The air between us crackles as we circle each other, drifting further into the water, neither of us willing to break eye contact. A fidgety sort of tension builds in my chest, bubbling through my body. It all feels a little too intense, making me giddy and unsettled.
That is, until a ripple from the waves formed by the base of the Falls meets Roan’s swaying arm, sending an arc of water in my direction. I screech indignantly, and obviously in a very manly way, as the water smacks me in my face.
Kicking furiously to tread water while I rub at my eyes, I huff and fume. Curses fall from my lips that would have meantsomething if I still had my powers. When I open my eyes, I see that Roan has darted away, hovering just out of the potential splash zone.
“I’m sorry, it was an accident!” He pleads with his hands held up in surrender, but the mischievous smile on his lips and devilish glint in his eye really detract from the sincerity of his apology.
“That’s right, you will be sorry!” I crow with a laugh, lunging at him from across the water to tackle him around his big shoulders, trying to shove him under the water.
From there it’s on, tackling, splashing, and wrestling each other, while our laughter rings loud over the sound of the Falls and the calls of the creatures hiding in the trees. Roan has a definite strength advantage, which he uses regularly against me, hauling me around the waist and launching me across the water. But I am small, sneaky, and like I said, quite a strong swimmer. I manage to dive under the water more than once and trip his feet as they struggle to maintain their purchase on the sandy banks.
After Roan once again launches me into the air, I swim back to him along the bottom of the water but loop around behind him. I can see his feet clearly under the water and know that his back will be to me. His feet swivel, obviously searching for where I am in the pool. Before he has a chance to catch me, I surge up, collecting a mouthful of water on the way, spurting it like a fountain at the back of his head. My cackle of laughter rings through the Falls, blending with his playful howl of outrage at my attack.
Unfortunately, I’m too distracted giggling myself stupid, so I miss his dark brows pulling together in a mock frown, right before he lunges for me, wrapping his big hand around my hip, fingers digging in tight as he hauls me to him.
I slam against his slick chest, the light coating of hair there tickling my own damp skin. In a heartbeat the air between uschanges as we become aware of the way that we are pressed together. My being so much shorter than him means that despite being chest to chest, my hips only come to his waist. And being so close, my legs naturally wrap around him. Honestly, there was no way to prevent it. I promise.
With his mouth not even an inch from mine, I couldn’tnothear the hitch in his breathing, see the way his tongue darts forward to lick his lipsso closeto mine. His hand on my hip flexes, almost too tight, but the pain blooms like pleasure, radiating from the pinpoints of his touch throughout my body.
I know exactly when he feels how hard I am up against his abs; I see it in the flare of his eyes, the way they turn predatory and narrow in on my mouth. I can feel every heartbeat in my chest like a big booming bass drum as we float in the Falls. I slide my arms around his shoulders, digging my fingers into the nape of his neck. He nuzzles back on my fingers ever so slightly, it would have been imperceptible if my body wasn’t honed in on every facet of his existence.
“We need to talk.”
Shit. Was thatme? Why the fuck am I cock blocking myself like this? Roan doesn’t catch what I’ve said immediately but then shakes his head, as if clearing it of every dirty thought he’s ever had about me, before pulling back, not too far because where was he going to go? But enough. His eyes search mine again, this time without the feral heat that promised he would devour me.
“We probably should.” He sounds hesitant, resigned, and I could honestly kick myself.
“Ok. Well, I’ll start. I’m sorry.”I take a deep breath and circle my fingers in the hair at the base of his skull, the unconscious movement grounding me. “There may,may, have been a tiny, infinitesimal chance that perhaps, the past time or two that we have…”
I search for a word that doesn’t sound gross or too flippant. “…been intimate. I could havepossiblyoverreacted and projected some stuff onto you. And thatmaybe, all of the stuff that has happened over the past,” I remove a hand from his hair to wave it in the air but promptly return it to his hair to continue my massage, “whatever, may have had a significant impact on my emotions making me react somewhat irrationally.”
My cheeks heat as I ramble through my apology, unable to look Roan in the eye. Instead, I direct my apology firmly to his shoulder. I finally raise my eyes to look at him, but the flat look on his face gives me nothing. That is, until, a smile cracks his face and he huffs a laugh, squeezing my hip, gently this time. With his free hand he wipes over his face before shoving it back through his hair.
