was slow to come and still a little
reluctant. He got the feeling she agreed for a very private reason that had
nothing to do with him. He didn’t like that much, but what the hell? She
followed him down. The closer they got to the beach, the louder the surf got,
the heavier the scent of salt in the air, and the more he sensed her
anticipation grow. His earlier impression of her had been right. She was a creature of the sea. An
enchantress. At the bottom she slipped off her sandals, dug her toes in the
sand, and lifted her face to the wind.
“You miss the ocean. Did you never live
near it again?”
“No.” Her smile was sad. It made him
want to reach for her and never let go. “It was the only place I ever felt
safe.”
“You can come here anytime you want,
baby. I promise you're safe here with me.”
She gave him a look he had a hard time
deciphering. It was almost lost, definitely angry, and something more.
“For how long? Safety is an illusion
I've learned not to trust.”
He had to touch her. Couldn’t not touch her when he saw the haunted
look in her eyes and sensed her sorrow and confusion. He didn’t have the
strength to turn away, to not sooth away her worries, or at least try. He took
her in his arms and tilted her head back, staring at her for several long
moments. Gods, she was beautiful. Those bright, startling green eyes were
magnificent. Finally, he couldn’t take the suspense anymore and lowered his
face to hers. Her lips were soft. Supple and giving. Sweet from the gazzi . She took his breath away.
She pulled back suddenly, panting, and
lifted her fingertips to her mouth. Her eyes were wide, wondering.
“What are you doing to me?” she
whispered.
He stroked the back of his hand down the
side of her face. His heart damned near stopped when she turned into his
caress.
“Come into the water with me?”
Her lips curved in a small, almost not
there smile.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
And he wasn’t going to. He stepped back enough
to pull the shirt over his head, and then reached for the snap on his trousers.
Even in the tiny shadowed little cove he could see her blush seconds before she
whirled to put her back to him. He chuckled, dropped his pants, and moved out
into the water.
“It's okay, baby, you can't see a thing,”
he called out, letting desire thicken his voice. Trying to coax her, seduce her
into joining him. He didn’t sense denial or retreat. It was curiosity, yearning
that he felt. “The water is wonderful. Join me.”
She glanced over her shoulder and when
she saw he was in up to his waist faced him all the way. She tugged the corner
of her lip between her teeth. “Is it warm?”
“Yes. You should come in.”
Indecision was easy to read on her face,
but after a moment it cleared.
“Turn around,” she demanded.
He only took orders from Roarr. He
wasn’t sure how he felt about his der'lan trying it, but if it got her into the water with him, he'd comply. For now. It
wasn’t long before he heard her splashing into the water. He didn’t turn around,
but he kept his gaze averted as she moved out before him. The sea lapped at her
collarbone when she finally stopped and faced him. He had to approach her. He
couldn’t help himself. For the first time since he'd met her, she looked happy.
At peace.
“I was right,” he teased. “You are a sea
fairy.”
She laughed. “I miss the ocean. Thank
you,” she said, sobering.
“Oh, don’t do that, baby,” he said,
moving even closer. When she didn’t pull away, he set his hands on her hips and
slowly tugged her to him. “I made you happy for a minute there.”
He wanted her to feel that all the time.
He wanted her to give him the chance to give her that contentment. She lifted
her hands to cup his face, smiled, gave a slight shake of her head.
“You can't make someone else happy, Kaje. And who said I'm unhappy?”
He did. He could see it in her eyes. But
telling her that wouldn’t get her to open