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knees before her and
reached up to push his hands from the sides of her thighs and around her neatly
turned rump to cup those firm cheeks. He pulled her toward him and when his
mouth touched her core, Shanee let her head fall back, closing her eyes to the
perfect pleasure his lips wrought.
    The sweep of his tongue, the thrust of it,
the absolute heaven of his warm breath fanning over the wiry curls at the
juncture of her thighs, the slick, wet feel of his tongue parting her cleft and
slipping inside her channel made her shudder from head to toe. Her hands went
to his sleek black hair and she held his head against her, breathing deeply
then more shallowly as he increased his rhythm, the movement of his tongue. He
was lapping at her, nibbling, pressing, flicking, and when she came, she came
with a trill of release that echoed through the stone chamber and came back at
her.
    Shanee was trembling, her heart pounding,
the blood rushing through her ears and her body felt strung as tightly as a new
bow. Her release had been momentary and already she wanted his touch again, the
feel of her climax rippling through her once more.
    “Cool yourself in the pool,” he invited,
letting his hands slide from her. “We have all the time in the world, ionúin .”
    As though in a trance she stepped back and
walked toward the milky green glow of the waters. So unlike the skilled
warrioress she was, she didn’t ask about the depth of the pool. She didn’t
inquire of creatures that might be lurking in its deepness. She did not
question how she knew to step up upon a broad flat area and then jackknife her
body below the rippling surface.
    The waters were sheer paradise—cooling,
soothing, washing away the sweat and grime of her trek through the jungle.
Beneath the plane of the water’s expanse, the light turned the waters to a
mystical shade of green. She cut through that glorious color like a fish for
nearly two full minutes and when she broke the surface at last to gulp air into
her depleted lungs, she was amazed anew at the absolute beauty of her
surroundings.
    Her hair had come free of its tightly
controlled chignon and now hung behind her, floating in the water.
    “Like it?” he asked. He was sitting on the
rock from which she’d dived with his bare feet dangling over the edge. Beneath
the hem of the breechclout, she could see his privates and a tingle of pure
lust drove straight through her lower body.
    “Join me,” she said, and hardly recognized
her husky voice.
    He hesitated for a moment then got to his
feet, stripped the breechclout from his hips and arched into the water like the
champion she knew he’d been from reading his file.
    Though acute pain had clawed at his back as
he dared to go against his hellion, the moment he entered the water, his queen
released her tight control on him, without doubt feeling the exhilaration and
pleasure he was experiencing at being in the water after so long a time denied
its soothing delights.
    The pool was deep and Shanee treaded water
as she watched him cut through the water with purpose, his powerful strokes
pulling him along. She could see the muscles bunching in his upper arms, his
shoulders, and now and then a glimpse of his perfect backside made her lick her
lips.
    Oh how she wanted this man! she thought as
she watched him dive deep below the surface. She ached between her legs with
such fiery need she wanted to drag him out of the water, stake him upon the
crushed pebbles and straddle him, impaling herself as deep as he could go. She
longed to taste him, to feel the weight of his body pressing down on hers, the
hot warmth of his hands and mouth on her breasts.
    When he shot up right in front of her—his
body sliding sensually against hers, his strong legs churning the water—she had
no other thought in her head than to lift her legs and lock them around his
hips, her arms around his neck, flattening her breasts to his broad chest.
    He never faltered, never even batted an eye.
He