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“I have a change.” She motioned to her bag. Wrath must have carried it here when he’d brought her to the cave. Relief washed over her. Stripping down meant too many naked beings in one woefully small body of water.
Wrath crooked a finger. “Come on then.”
Warm water lapped at her ankles as she ventured into the pool. Wrath must have removed her boots while she was unconscious because she inched forward with her bare feet.
He dipped backwards and dropped below the surface with a splash.
Haziel kicked off into the sensual relaxing heat of the water. It smelled sweet and musky at the same time and kissed against her overheated skin in a way that brought the flush back to her cheeks.
Emerging and shaking his head like a big dog, Wrath grinned at her. “It’s the lust seal.”
“What?”
“The lust seal.” He nodded at her. “I’m guessing that’s what making you look all hot and bothered.”
As much as she’d love to deny his words, she couldn’t, so she settled for dunking her head beneath the water. Below the surface, the pool was darker, and she could only dimly make out the darker shape that was Wrath.
He must be right; it was the weakening seal causing these unruly thoughts and emotions. Like if she drifted closer might she press herself against his powerful body and twine her limbs with his? Made her wonder how he’d react if she kissed the smirk off his sensual mouth. But even her thoughts wouldn’t tolerate a lie, and she knew the weakening seal wasn’t entirely to blame. She’d been having these thoughts about Wrath since they’d embarked on this venture together. When he’d left her at Ava’s, she’d felt abandoned and rejected, and far too delighted when he’d come back for her. The image of him in nothing but a towel was going to linger in her mind for a while.
She broke the surface of the water to find him watching her.
He caught the thick rope of her braid and gently pressed her closer. “Would you like me to wash your hair?”
His hands on her would be too much temptation to bear, and she shook her head. “I don’t think that’s wise.”
“No?” He wrapped her braid around his fist and brought her close enough for her limbs to tangle with his and their hips to bump gently together. His mouth was so close. Water droplets clung to his full lips and clumped his dark eyelashes together. His blue eyes blazed with heat. “Why not?”
“It’s not a good idea.” She wanted to capture the water with her lips and tongue. She wanted to lock her thighs around his waist and pull him even closer.
“And why’s that?” He released her hair and cupped her nape in one warm, callused palm.
Her breasts brushed against his chest, and his erection nudged at her thigh.
Oh, this bastard. He knew she had no choice but to answer him. “Because if you touch me, I’m going to want you to touch me more.”
Desire darkened his eyes to a deeper blue. “I’m still failing to see how that’s a bad idea. We’re both feeling the effects of the lust seal. Why not help each other to ease some of the strain?”
“It’s not the lust seal.” Her voice had lowered to a breathy whisper. She dared not move or she would barnacle herself to him and not let go until he satisfied her needs. “I mean, it’s not only the lust seal weakening.”
He inched her closer, their breaths mingling in the tiny gap between their mouths. “No?”
“No.” She should move away from him, put some distance between them. His hold on her nape was light enough that she could break it easily, but she didn’t want to.
Spearing his fingers into her hair, he whispered, “Tell me what it is then.”
“It’s you.” She craved the taste of him. “I desire you.”
Wrath groaned and pressed his forehead to hers. “Then let me give us both relief.”
“No.” It killed her to produce that one meagre syllable and even now she wanted to take the words back.
“Why?” he rasped.
And she had only one reason. “Ramiel.”
“Ramiel.” As he jerked away from her, his eyes turned hard and angry. “Because you think you’re in love with Ramiel.”
“I do love Ramiel.” Centuries with her archangel had taught her that. “But that is not the only reason.” She hated the way he was glowering at her now. She wanted the other look back, the one that had liquified her muscles and set her nerve endings tingling. “He is my archangel, and you are his opposite. It would be a betrayal.”
