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The two of them had stepped into the stream of the rushing waterfall as strangers and would emerge as triumphant lovers.
The two lost track of time, as lovers tend to, laying naked behind the shield of the waterfall’s gushing, serene flow. The fire in her belly had been soothed for the moment, but its embers still pulsed with every brush of Noah’s fingertips, with every gaze that held that promise of evermore within it.
She had been laying on her back on the cool stone, her forearm behind her head as a resting pillow, talking like they were in the comfort of their shared bed. Their hands weaved together as they spoke, fingers entangling, the feathery caress of Noah’s free hand tracing along her inner thighs and rounding her breasts.
It could have all been some kind of mystical dream. That was how it felt. Her doubts had been placed on the back burner, having weakened in their resolve but still present within their protective value. It had softened, too, the way iron melts in a furnace.
Noah’s fixed look averted for a moment then peered beyond the blanket of the waterfall that had kept their lovemaking concealed.
“I think it’s getting dark,” he whispered. “We should get going.”
Becca flopped her head lazily to the side where the water continued its natural blast and was surprised to see that Noah was right. They had been there making love and chatting for the majority of the day.
Time truly had dissipated like rain in the face of their furious love.
Noah stood, and Becca grabbed him by the neck. He looked at her, startled.
She chuckled. “Wait, I just want to savor this moment. This place.”
Somehow, Noah was even more dashing up close than when he was at a distance. He kept his beard trimmed, but the raven-wing shade of his hair had a way of popping up on the daily through his pores, scattering sweet little sprouts of hair across his magnificent jawline.
It was the strength and fortitude of the bones in his face that initially made a lot of women swoon … the man was gorgeous without a doubt … but it was sincerity behind the dark pupils that drowned out any shade of the iris, the color of coal, that inspired Becca immeasurably.
His lips trembled before forming a perfect bow, then Noah leaned down and lightly touched his lips to Becca’s. They held each other there, the chimes of night and the wickedness of the past calling out to them.
This felt sacred to Becca, like a ceremony. She felt Noah’s heart skittering inside him like a bird wishing to be free. She pulled him in closer, desperate and afraid.
The kiss deepened, the two lovers parting their mouths like an offering. They dipped their tongues within the hallowed grounds until Becca became breathless.
Noah somehow managed to peel himself away, planting a kiss upon Becca’s rosy cheeks, then the delicate coverings of her eyelids. She didn't want to leave.
“We can pick this up later, I promise. Right now, we really should head back. I didn’t bring a flashlight.”
Becca let him go, and they slipped out from behind the torrent. Noah held onto Becca the entire time, wading through the stream and back to where their extra clothing had been stashed.
Becca was thankful that Noah had been paying attention. It really was dangerously close to nightfall. They moved hastily through the dusky air, the canopy of the trees casting shadows over their path. Fireflies had already begun to glow in a dazzling spectrum of color, painting the dark like an ethereal fairy tale.
They got back to the lake house just in time, with Becca’s stomach beginning to churn with ravenous hunger. Noah instructed her to take a load off by the fireplace while he prepped their dinner.
Lounging did sound fantastic, but Becca wasn’t ever one to be told. That fire in her belly was coming back to life, seeking to be fed in the presence of the man she never wanted to lose.
Not ever again.
Becca washed herself off from their intimacy, sprucing up her hair and even putting on one of her fancier push-up bras. Her breasts really didn’t need it, but she loved the way they looked in her simple black V-neck, bouncy and supple, presented as a gift to the gods.
She returned to the kitchen after having dolled herself up a bit, smitten and lively. Noah was cutting up carrots and onions for the salad that would go with the steaks thawing in the sink when he heard her pad into the room.
“Uh-uh,” he said, not turning around but pointing with the knife he was holding. “Back into the lounge, missy. I’m not going to tell you twice.”
The kitchen was modernly stylized with smokey gray tiles and countertops accented by the light brush of ashy lilac. The island between them was coated in shiny marble, and that was where Becca was leaning, placing her generous bust at an optimal view.
“Hmm, I’m afraid you might have to tell me again,” Becca purred.
Noah spun around. Becca wasn’t sure if it was because of the use of her bedroom voice or because he was so committed to the pantomime of stern chef and caretaker. Either way, it didn’t matter.
Her cleavage, the ruffling of her titan red locks so they hung in front of her eyes like the curtain of an adults-only club, the ripe candy-apple glimmer of her lips, and the devilish grin, stopped the hulking shifter in his tracks.
Those black pools of his eyes darted around her form. She felt like a vixen.
