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I blush as pornographic images bombard my brain of us twined together, kissing and frantically touching each other.
“That’s the first time you’ve purposely reached into my mind,” he says, pleasure in his tone. “Did you like what you saw?”
I leap into the pool, sinking below the surface to cool my fiercely heated face. I turn to tell him off for reading my mind while I was reading his, but the sight of him standing in all his naked glory on the pool deck renders me speechless.
I mean, I’ve seen it, but I haven’t spent time looking at it and it is impressive. The man is definitely a show-er, not a grow-er. Nope, I’m wrong. Under my intent gaze it grows even bigger.
“Sex is off the table,” I mutter to myself, riveted.
“What? Why?” He sounds devastated.
I splash water at him, making him skip back a few steps. “You’ll never fit.”
He grins at me and rushes toward the pool, leaping and tucking himself into a ball before he hits the water. A wave rocks me and I’m flung backwards.
As I struggle to stand, Keenan surfaces, water streaming over him, beading in his beard and chest hair. My heart picks up speed as he gives me a wolfish grin and stalks closer.
“I’ll fit, sweetheart.” I try to evade him, but he grabs me by the waist and drags me to him, his wet lips descending to mine. “I promise.”
His lips are soft, whispering, asking for permission to enter. I open to him and he presses for more, his tongue sweeping my mouth.
I grip his arms, reveling in the steely strength beneath my fingertips, the velvet soft skin, the warmth flowing through him, heating me. His hand drops down my back, landing on my waist, urging me closer into the cradle of his thighs.
His penis presses against my stomach as his hands sweep my body, his lips leading mine in a skillful dance that has our bodies heating the water around us. When he lifts his head, his gaze is filled with such a powerful longing, I nearly beg him to take me inside to bed.
Nearly.
“Sex muddies the waters,” I whisper against his lips.
“And you want to make sure this is real before we muddy the waters,” he finishes my thought.
I nod, my forehead brushing his chin. “Something like that.”
“Part of me agrees with you,” he says, his eyes blazing with golden fire. “The rest of me is impatient to get you underneath me so I can do my worst. Or best, depending on what you’re looking for.”
I laugh and press my face into his neck, inhaling his wild, masculine scent. “I feel the same, Keenan. It’s like we’re magnets being constantly pulled together. But for now, I think it’s best we resist the urge and give ourselves more time.”
Time is the one thing we don’t have.
I catch his tortured thought and wrap my arms around his neck, dragging his head down to mine. “Forget the curse and concentrate on us. Let’s pretend like we have all the time in the world to explore our relationship.”
“What if we don’t have time? What if I lose you too soon and we miss out on what could have been?” His tone is anguished and his fingers bite into my waist.
I stroke his arm. “I’m going to die anyway, Keenan. Whether its tomorrow, next year, or in sixty years. I want to savour each moment we have with each other like it could be our last, but without rushing anything. I don’t want to ruin this.”
I should probably be more upset about my possible imminent death, but I’m not. Life is meant for living and I’ll do as much living as I possibly can before the curse gets me. Besides, according to Keenan and the internet, I’ll reincarnate shortly after my death. I may not have my memories, but part of me will survive in another woman. I can live with that.
“Do all humans see death the way you do?” he asks, kissing my forehead.
I shrug. “We all deal with death in our own way. Some are scared of it, some ignore it, while others invite it in.”
“And you take it in your stride, living life like tomorrow might be your last day.”
I smile at him. “Now you get it.” I push myself up in the water and peck his lips then use his solid-as-a-tree body to push away from him, floating backwards.
“Where are you going?” he demands as I reach for the edge of the pool, dragging myself up.
“It’s getting cold. I’m going inside.” I pick up a towel folded neatly on a lounge chair and shake it out, wrapping it around myself.
