grew deeper. Past her calves, to
her thighs, and finally her waist. Her chemise moved within the water and though
Callum continued to walk at her side, she could feel the strain in his
demeanour.
He looked like a man who was fighting against himself but the
darkness in his eyes tempted her instead of making her fear him. Already he’d
given her a glimpse of the physical heat that was hers for the taking. His kiss
had been savage, unrelenting. And he tempted her in a way that no man ever
had.
Her hands grew wet, but he didn’t let go. And once the water
covered her breasts, she gasped at the sudden drop in temperature.
‘This is far enough.’ She crossed her arms over her chest, for
her breasts puckered within her chemise. Against the thin linen, she worried he
might see too much.
You could have refused to swim , she
reminded herself. This was your doing.
Callum drew her to face him and she saw the water lapping his
muscled chest. The fierce desire to touch this man, to be consumed by him, was
rising within her. No longer did it seem that they were worlds apart. There was
only this moment between them and the unnamed feelings.
He reached down and picked her up, cradling her in his arms.
His hands rested against the back of her knees and a violent shiver came over
her. When he laid her back in the water, she was barely aware of him
straightening her limbs. His dark eyes held her captive as his hands rested
beneath her spine.
She was floating on the water, not understanding how. Her
chemise was soaked and clung to her body. No doubt he could see the darker
nipples beneath the linen and he made no effort to hide his gaze. His eyes
passed over her, like a man who couldn’t stop himself. He adjusted his grip to
hold her with one arm, while the other traced the curve of her cheek, moving
down her throat. The contrast between the heat of his hands and the freezing
water held her locked in place.
Every part of her wanted him to go further, to move his hands
over her aching breasts, to touch her where no man ever had.
The ripples of water held her suspended and she fought the urge
to hold on to Callum’s arms. Slowly, he moved to stand behind her, until he
dropped his hands away. She was floating with nothing to hold her above the
water. Panic filled her and she tried to sit up, flailing in the water until he
caught her, guiding her torso back to the surface. Once again, he straightened
her body, adjusting her position until her hands were outstretched, her legs
straight.
He held the back of her head, standing behind her once more.
His arms rested beneath her shoulders and she was intensely aware of his moulded
strength. He was an archer, a man who could command the bow and send an arrow
flying with one pull on the taut string. Those same strong arms held her gently
but with the quiet reassurance of a powerful stature.
Marguerite lifted her eyes to his. From her position, he
appeared upside down. His steady gaze reminded her that he wasn’t going to let
anything happen to her. I’ll keep you safe , his eyes
seemed to say.
She watched him, wanting more than his hands upon the back of
her head. ‘Kiss me,’ she whispered.
* * *
Instead of bringing her back up to stand before him,
Callum bent down to her lips. From the upside-down position, her mouth
tantalised him, her cool lips surrendering. Whether she knew it or not, her plea
fired the desires he’d tried to hold back. At the sight of her slender body,
revealed to him through the thin white linen, it was a good thing he was
standing in cold water. The curve and dusky tint of her breasts aroused him like
hot oil upon fire.
He kissed her gently, then slid his tongue across the opening
of her mouth.
Marguerite couldn’t stop her intake of breath, and when her
mouth parted, he invaded her with his tongue. The sensation turned her soft in
his arms, her hands reaching for him. He held her in the water, and the kiss
became the prelude of every way he wanted to know
her thighs, and finally her waist. Her chemise moved within the water and though
Callum continued to walk at her side, she could feel the strain in his
demeanour.
He looked like a man who was fighting against himself but the
darkness in his eyes tempted her instead of making her fear him. Already he’d
given her a glimpse of the physical heat that was hers for the taking. His kiss
had been savage, unrelenting. And he tempted her in a way that no man ever
had.
Her hands grew wet, but he didn’t let go. And once the water
covered her breasts, she gasped at the sudden drop in temperature.
‘This is far enough.’ She crossed her arms over her chest, for
her breasts puckered within her chemise. Against the thin linen, she worried he
might see too much.
You could have refused to swim , she
reminded herself. This was your doing.
Callum drew her to face him and she saw the water lapping his
muscled chest. The fierce desire to touch this man, to be consumed by him, was
rising within her. No longer did it seem that they were worlds apart. There was
only this moment between them and the unnamed feelings.
He reached down and picked her up, cradling her in his arms.
His hands rested against the back of her knees and a violent shiver came over
her. When he laid her back in the water, she was barely aware of him
straightening her limbs. His dark eyes held her captive as his hands rested
beneath her spine.
She was floating on the water, not understanding how. Her
chemise was soaked and clung to her body. No doubt he could see the darker
nipples beneath the linen and he made no effort to hide his gaze. His eyes
passed over her, like a man who couldn’t stop himself. He adjusted his grip to
hold her with one arm, while the other traced the curve of her cheek, moving
down her throat. The contrast between the heat of his hands and the freezing
water held her locked in place.
Every part of her wanted him to go further, to move his hands
over her aching breasts, to touch her where no man ever had.
The ripples of water held her suspended and she fought the urge
to hold on to Callum’s arms. Slowly, he moved to stand behind her, until he
dropped his hands away. She was floating with nothing to hold her above the
water. Panic filled her and she tried to sit up, flailing in the water until he
caught her, guiding her torso back to the surface. Once again, he straightened
her body, adjusting her position until her hands were outstretched, her legs
straight.
He held the back of her head, standing behind her once more.
His arms rested beneath her shoulders and she was intensely aware of his moulded
strength. He was an archer, a man who could command the bow and send an arrow
flying with one pull on the taut string. Those same strong arms held her gently
but with the quiet reassurance of a powerful stature.
Marguerite lifted her eyes to his. From her position, he
appeared upside down. His steady gaze reminded her that he wasn’t going to let
anything happen to her. I’ll keep you safe , his eyes
seemed to say.
She watched him, wanting more than his hands upon the back of
her head. ‘Kiss me,’ she whispered.
* * *
Instead of bringing her back up to stand before him,
Callum bent down to her lips. From the upside-down position, her mouth
tantalised him, her cool lips surrendering. Whether she knew it or not, her plea
fired the desires he’d tried to hold back. At the sight of her slender body,
revealed to him through the thin white linen, it was a good thing he was
standing in cold water. The curve and dusky tint of her breasts aroused him like
hot oil upon fire.
He kissed her gently, then slid his tongue across the opening
of her mouth.
Marguerite couldn’t stop her intake of breath, and when her
mouth parted, he invaded her with his tongue. The sensation turned her soft in
his arms, her hands reaching for him. He held her in the water, and the kiss
became the prelude of every way he wanted to know
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