Swim Deep - Page 17

A small smile flickered across his mouth. His head dipped. I opened my eyelids a dazed moment later, the intense sunlight and his kiss leaving me disoriented.

“You’re like something out of a fairy tale,” he said.

I smiled, squinting more because the light from the setting sun was fierce. He moved me, adjusting where I stood so that his head blocked out the reddish-gold ball descending over the mountains.

“Such a gentleman,” I murmured.

He gave a swift glance behind me, toward Les Jumeaux. He pulled me higher in his arms and leaned down to kiss me… to devour me.

“Let’s go back,” he said a moment later, nuzzling my nose with his and nipping at my parted lips.

“Let’s hurry,” I agreed breathlessly.

He laughed, seeming pleased by my haste. Hand in hand, we raced down the trail.

The heavy curtains were drawn in the bedroom suite to which he led me. He pulled me into his arms the second after he shut the door. I loved his single-minded intensity, his heat. For a moment, I let it overwhelm me as we clawed at each other’s clothes and staggered deeper into the room, neither one of us willing to fully take our mouths or hands off each other. But then I stumbled slightly a few feet from the bed. He caught me. I laughed, startled, panting to catch my breath. He smiled.

I found myself glancing warily around the large, shadowed room.

“What are you looking for, Anna?” he asked after a moment.

I blinked, glancing up at something I’d heard in his tone. His smile was gone. He’d seen something on my face. Or caught my mood.

“Nothing. I was just curious. It’s dark in here. Is this… is this our bedroom?”

“Yes.” He dropped his hands and moved back slightly, beginning to unbutton his shirt.

I shivered at the loss of his heat. The air suddenly felt cool. The sun must have finished its descent behind the mountains. The light peeking from behind the curtains had turned a lurid scarlet. He removed his shirt, a band of red illuminating the otherwise gray shadows of his powerful body.

“But there are nine other bedrooms here. You can choose another one, if you like,” he said.

“No,” I said breathlessly. “I’m sure it’s wonderful.” I stepped forward, my hand extended to touch the temptation of his naked chest, eager to cast off the sudden shadows. He caught my wrist.

“This wasn’t Elizabeth’s and my room, Anna.”

I stared up at him, my mouth hanging open. “How—”

“Of course you’d wonder about that. I may be insensitive, but I’m not that dense. I hired a cleaning service to come in a few days ago and get the house ready for us. I asked them to fix this room up. It’s nice, and it faces the lake. Turn on the light.” I saw him nod in the direction of a lamp. “Go on. Look it over.”

“No. I’m sure it’s beautiful. It doesn’t matter,” I whispered, moving into his arms, ashamed of my insecurity. I kissed his chest. He put his hand at the back of my head. I became more feverish, my mouth moving lower on his body, so eager to forget my flash of uncertainty.

A moment later, he groaned gruffly and urged me to straighten. He lifted me into his arms and laid me down on the bed. He removed his remaining clothes. I started to frantically strip, but he spoke tersely.

“I’ll undress you.”

He sat at the edge of the bed.

He took off my clothes, his manner deliberate, but strained, as if he were unwrapping a present that he was determined to savor instead of devour in a rush. My desire grew so sharp, I broke out in sweat in

the ensuing silence.

By the time he entered me minutes later, I was already near the breaking point. I stared up at his shadowed form as he came down over me, gasping when he filled me.

“Any time you find yourself doubting, remember me saying this: I’m only thinking of you when we touch,” he said next to my upturned lips. His body tensed and flexed under my anxious fingers. I cried out in pleasure.

“Only you, Anna,” he repeated harshly next to my ear before he began to move in earnest.

Evan got up at around eleven that night and went in search of something for us to eat. He left the lamp on when he walked out the door. I lay in the giant bed, the thick, soft comforter pulled up to my chin. I surveyed the suite, moving just my eyes. It was comfortably anonymous. It might have been the bedroom at a luxurious five-star hotel. I was relieved there were no personal photos, no remnants of Evan’s former life here.

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