Page 51 of Pure Magic
Threading my fingers through her hair, I pull her into a kiss.
Her lips are soft and strong, just like the rest of her, and she presses against me, gripping my shoulders.
I’m breathless when my need to be naked forces me to end the kiss. “I must monitor my thoughts better. Clearly you hear every word I think.”
“I do, but you have nothing to hide.” With a light kiss on my nose, she draws away and walks into the pond without looking back. Her pale skin glows in moonlight, and the arch of her spine calls to me to touch and kiss every bone down to the swell of her hips and the curve of her ass.
I’m gripping the soap when a magic tug causes me to release it, and it floats toward her.
It’s a wonder my clothes don’t tear, I pull them off so quickly. As soon as my toes hit the water, the calm of sacred waters soothes me. With a leap, I dive under headfirst.
The water sings in soft tones. I open my eyes, searching for the source, before I sputter to the surface and scan the area. Nothing is amiss.
Visible under an unusually bright half-moon, the horses are still munching grass.
Sara Beth stands with only her head and shoulders visible. Expression pinched, she watches me. “Is something wrong?”
“I heard singing.” I look around again.
She cocks her head. “Do you hear it now?”
Shaking my head, I say, “No. But it was clear when I was underwater.”
Without any hesitation, she dunks her head under the surface.
I do as well, and the singing rolls melodically through the water. I swim closer and think, “Do you hear it?”
“It’s lovely.” She smiles.
Rising, I wipe water from my face. Once she’s above as well, I ask, “What is it?”
“I have no idea. Goddess’s way of soothing us after a tiring day? A mermaid? Something else? This water is blessed, of that I’m certain.” Sara Beth wades closer and takes the soap floating a foot away from me.
I feel the calming effects of the water as well, but that doesn’t mean I like not understanding. “There is no such thing as mermaids. Doesn’t it trouble you not to know what’s singing?”
She soaps her arms then swims to the pond’s edge and stands. Water sluices down her curves, and I’m unable to look away.
My cock is rigid and has been since she first walked near this charmed water.
She soaps her body from head to toe then turns and dives under the water.
Unable to help myself, I duck my head under. The singing is louder as she moves through the water. Her body is fluid, and bubbles gently float from her nose. I swim toward her, and when we meet, we rise as one to breach the surface. Wrapping my arms around her, I devour her lips.
She kisses my cheek and my neck and whispers in my ear, “I don’t care about the source of the singing because I have faith we are meant to be here.”
“How do you know?” Gripping her bottom, I pull her tight against me.
She arches into the pressure between her legs. “We rode due north rather than a more direct route, Adam. Do you think those horses found this by accident?”
“To be honest, it’s hard to think of anything besides giving you pleasure at the moment.” I squeeze her tight and push my pelvis forward.
She wraps her legs around my hips and moans. “Then you should go make use of that soap while I have a little swim.”
With a reluctant groan, I let go of her.
Laughing, she stretches out on her back and floats away.
At the bank, I take the soap and wash. It’s nice to rid myself of the grime, and the lavender in the cake is soothing. “I wonder how Ariana and Kaden found us. We kept off the road and were always under protection.”
