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"Oh!"
"See? You fucking love when I do this, Mischief." His mouth slants down over mine, claiming my lips in a deep kiss.
I grip his shoulders, riding his hand as the water splashes around us. I'm not cold anymore. I'm burning up, spiraling toward an orgasm at the speed of light.
"I love you, Mischief," Cormac whispers right when I'm on the edge.
I shatter like finely spun glass, shouting his name into the sky. Ripples move through me, setting off a tsunami of sensation. One bleeds into the other, each more powerful than the last. But at the very heart of it all is awe.
I come down slowly, floating back to earth in his arms. "Cormac," I whisper, placing one trembling hand against his cheek.
He turns his face into it, kissing my palm.
"You don't need magic water to get me on the same page." I meet his gaze, holding it…letting him see the truth painted across my face. "I'm already there."
His nostrils flare, his pupils dilating.
"I love you."
"Fuck," he growls.
"I was going to tell you when we got home." I take a breath and exhale it slowly. "I'm afraid, though. Um, I've never done this before. I've never wanted this before. I don't want to mess it up."
"I've never done this before either."
"I…wait. Really?"
"I've been waiting for you, Bella."
"Cormac," I whisper.
"You can't mess this up, baby. There's nothing you could possibly do to make me love you less." He presses his forehead to mine. "We're ride or die, little girl. That won't ever change. You're my fucking soul."
"What if I'm jealous?"
"Baby, I'm jealous of the dog when you're scratching his ears," he says, laughing. "I'm jealous of fucking Snoopy for touching my pussy. I'm goddamn jealous Callum brought you plane snacks and made you smile."
"You're crazy." I smile, unable to help myself.
"Yeah, and your little ass made me that way," he growls. "So be jealous, baby. I plan to be jealous as hell when it comes to you. You're fucking mine. I won't ever share you."
"What if I'm a brat?"
He grabs my hand, shoving it between our bodies. "Feel this?" he asks, closing my fingers around his erection. "This is what you do to me every fucking time you cop an attitude.Pleasebe a brat. I live for that shit, Mischief."
Well, put that way….
I wrap my hand more firmly around him, squeezing.
"Mischief. I already warned you once," he growls.
"Beds are overrated, Tiny. Make love to me here by your magic water," I whisper, stroking him slowly. "Let's be bad together."
"Jesus Christ. I knew skinny dipping would work," he mumbles, already wading toward shore.
Within moments, we're on the bank, and he's grabbing a blanket from his saddlebag. He unfolds it with a flourish before flipping it onto the thick grass.
"Come here," he murmurs, pulling me back into his arms. "Let me warm you up."
