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I didn't hear him swimming, nor did I see his head bobbing about.
"Gavin?"
Fireflies danced over the water, their lemon-colored tails flashing on and off. In the branches of trees leaning over the water, birds twittered sleepily in their nests. A soft breeze played in my hair and made some strands tickle my forehead and the tops of my cheeks. All the way across the lake, an owl hooted.
"Gavin, where are you?" I called in a loud whisper. "Gavin, you're scaring me," I said and then he suddenly popped out from under the dock and seized my ankles. I screamed and fell forward into the water, the shock of it making me squeal and scream some more. He laughed and quickly embraced me to keep my head from going under.
"You all right?" he asked, laughing.
"That was cruel, Gavin Longchamp," I cried.
"You were taking so long, I nearly fell asleep waiting," he said. "Besides, now you're in and isn't it wonderful?"
"I'm not speaking to you," I said petulantly.
"All right," he declared, pulling away from me. "I'll go under and stay under until you do." And with that he submerged. I waited. it seemed like minutes.
"Gavin?"
The water was so still, its surface barely lapping against the sides of the dock.
"Gavin?"
"Does this mean you're talking to me again?" he said right behind me.
I spun around on him.
"Gavin. You're terrible. I was so frightened." "If you refused to speak to me forever and ever, Christie, I would stay under," he said softly and then leaned forward to press his lips to mine. Under the water, I felt his hands find my waist and slowly draw my body closer and closer to his until our thighs grazed. I felt him harden between my legs and pushed myself off, both frightened and shocked by the speed with which his manliness announced itself.
"Hey," he cried, laughing.
"We're here to swim," I declared and stroked away. He laughed again and came after me. Even though he could catch me any time he wanted, he remained half a foot or so away, swimming behind or alongside. I went back toward the dock until I could stand. Then he caught up and took my hands into his.
"It's great, isn't it? Luther was right," he said. "So refreshing."
"Yes, but it's cold enough to wake you up all over."
"All over?" he said and brought his hands to my breasts. Then he drew me to him and we kissed again, only this time when I felt him harden against me, I didn't pull away. We kissed again and again. Naked, under the stars, every part of me felt more alive, more aware than ever. All my senses were sharper, keener. Our kisses were more electric; my breasts tingled and my knees weakened. Suddenly, Gavin lifted me into his arms. I buried my face against his cool, wet chest and let him carry me out of the lake.
"Oh Christie," he whispered after he set me down gently on our towels on the dock, "I can't stop myself from wanting you."
"We can't do it again, Gavin. We've got to be careful. I could get pregnant."
"I know," he said, but he didn't lift himself away from me. He continued to plant kiss after kiss on my face, on my neck, on my shoulders and breasts. When he kissed my nipples, I moaned and closed my eyes.
We're losing control, I thought, but the realization didn't put enough panic in me to push Gavin away. I was hoping he would know when to stop. Just a little more, I thought. We can do just a little more and still rescue ourselves from each other.
"I love you, Christie," he whispered. "I love every part of you: every dimple . . ." He kissed my cheeks. "Every strand of hair." He pressed his lips to my head and then took my hands to his mouth. "The tips of your fingers. Your breasts . . . your stomach . . ."
"Gavin!" I cried. "If we don't stop, we won't stop." I seized hold of his shoulder and kept him from going any lower. He rested his cheek against the small of nay stomach.
"I can hear your heart pounding," he said. "Your skin feels so cool."
He moved himself up so he could kiss me on the lips again and then we lay there beside each other, both of us breathing hard and fast. He cradled my head in his arm and we lay on our backs looking up at the stars.
"You're not cold, are you?" he asked.
"When you look up at the night sky like this, you can feel the earth moving," he said. "Can't you?" "Yes."
