The Sheikh's Desert Bride (Qazhar Sheikhs series Book 8) by Cara Albany Page B
Authors: Cara Albany
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thrust her arms out, as she took a few more steps. The water was up to her knees now and Lucy started to get a sense of how cooling the pool would be. She felt the cold make its way up the length of her body. She drew in a sharp breath and smiled. It felt so good.
A few more steps and she was up to her waist in water. She gasped with the coldness and playfully scooped up some water with her hands. The sound of the splashing water, the loudness of it in this quiet place, reminded her that it would be wise to keep quiet. One more glance back toward the tents told her she was still alone.
Lucy smiled. She felt like she was winning some kind of secret victory and wondered if she should tell him about it in the morning. How would he react? She didn't care about that now. All she cared about was the wonderful cooling, cleansing water enveloping her body. She felt all the grime of the past few days ease off her skin.
Then, she took a few more tentative steps into the middle of the pool, stretching her legs, sinking deeper, testing with her toes, feeling the sand at the bottom of the pool. With a final push forward she was floating in a chilled ecstasy, her arms stretched out by her side, leaning her head back, feeling her hair float behind her head.
She drew in a deep breath and had to suppress a giggle as she gazed up through the branches of the trees at the darkening sky. Stretching out completely, floating on her back, Lucy felt the delicious weightlessness, buoyant and free. It was made even more intense by the sheer, welcoming softness in her muscles.
She kicked her legs, feeling like a child as she splashed her feet on the surface. She suppressed yet another giggle. She sighed, sensing the water around every part of her body.
Lucy closed her eyes and gave herself over completely to the sensations. Her mind emptied and it was as if every troubling thought had been washed away. She sighed loudly, letting all the tension ease out of her, emptying herself of all her doubts and worries. All she wanted was to be here now, in this moment. All thoughts of the future and past had vanished. There was only the purifying, icy welcome of the water.
For a while she just floated on her back. Then she turned and started to swim across the width of the oasis pool, glancing every now and then toward Azim's tent. She still saw no sign of him, taking that as encouragement to swim a little while longer. The truth was, she hadn't enjoyed anything as much as this in a long while. Her initial decision to take only a brief dip in the pool now seemed more than a little foolish. She could probably afford to stay a little longer, she told herself.
As she swam she found her mind drifting. Thoughts of Azim crept into her awareness and there seemed to be nothing she could do to stop them. They were wickedly tempting images of how Azim would look stretched out on his bed, every part of his body on full display, his smooth flesh, his muscled torso, his long legs, his tautly toned middle.
Lucy stopped swimming, feeling all her muscles tighten as she floated in the middle of the pool. A curious mixture of cold and warmth settled across her body. She started to move her limbs quickly, desperate to drive the sensations away, regain the calmness of moments before. She desperately wanted to regain that childish sense of fun she'd enjoyed moments before.
After a few moments she halted, taken aback by the noise of the splashing water in the quiet confines of the desert oasis. Maybe it might be time to get back to her tent, she told herself. Trying to calm herself, she closed her eyes one last time and drew in a long, deep breath, savoring the sensation of the cooling water one last time.
She was just about to turn and head back to the water's edge when the water by her side erupted with a noisy splash, and waves tumbled across her. She was almost knocked off balance, and she felt her body float suddenly backwards as the water swelled around her.
A few more steps and she was up to her waist in water. She gasped with the coldness and playfully scooped up some water with her hands. The sound of the splashing water, the loudness of it in this quiet place, reminded her that it would be wise to keep quiet. One more glance back toward the tents told her she was still alone.
Lucy smiled. She felt like she was winning some kind of secret victory and wondered if she should tell him about it in the morning. How would he react? She didn't care about that now. All she cared about was the wonderful cooling, cleansing water enveloping her body. She felt all the grime of the past few days ease off her skin.
Then, she took a few more tentative steps into the middle of the pool, stretching her legs, sinking deeper, testing with her toes, feeling the sand at the bottom of the pool. With a final push forward she was floating in a chilled ecstasy, her arms stretched out by her side, leaning her head back, feeling her hair float behind her head.
She drew in a deep breath and had to suppress a giggle as she gazed up through the branches of the trees at the darkening sky. Stretching out completely, floating on her back, Lucy felt the delicious weightlessness, buoyant and free. It was made even more intense by the sheer, welcoming softness in her muscles.
She kicked her legs, feeling like a child as she splashed her feet on the surface. She suppressed yet another giggle. She sighed, sensing the water around every part of her body.
Lucy closed her eyes and gave herself over completely to the sensations. Her mind emptied and it was as if every troubling thought had been washed away. She sighed loudly, letting all the tension ease out of her, emptying herself of all her doubts and worries. All she wanted was to be here now, in this moment. All thoughts of the future and past had vanished. There was only the purifying, icy welcome of the water.
For a while she just floated on her back. Then she turned and started to swim across the width of the oasis pool, glancing every now and then toward Azim's tent. She still saw no sign of him, taking that as encouragement to swim a little while longer. The truth was, she hadn't enjoyed anything as much as this in a long while. Her initial decision to take only a brief dip in the pool now seemed more than a little foolish. She could probably afford to stay a little longer, she told herself.
As she swam she found her mind drifting. Thoughts of Azim crept into her awareness and there seemed to be nothing she could do to stop them. They were wickedly tempting images of how Azim would look stretched out on his bed, every part of his body on full display, his smooth flesh, his muscled torso, his long legs, his tautly toned middle.
Lucy stopped swimming, feeling all her muscles tighten as she floated in the middle of the pool. A curious mixture of cold and warmth settled across her body. She started to move her limbs quickly, desperate to drive the sensations away, regain the calmness of moments before. She desperately wanted to regain that childish sense of fun she'd enjoyed moments before.
After a few moments she halted, taken aback by the noise of the splashing water in the quiet confines of the desert oasis. Maybe it might be time to get back to her tent, she told herself. Trying to calm herself, she closed her eyes one last time and drew in a long, deep breath, savoring the sensation of the cooling water one last time.
She was just about to turn and head back to the water's edge when the water by her side erupted with a noisy splash, and waves tumbled across her. She was almost knocked off balance, and she felt her body float suddenly backwards as the water swelled around her.
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