FROM WET AND WILDE...
Without the chase, the prize would be as meaningful as mud.
This was the one. She would be a perfect mate. His gaze settled on her face as he calmed her and enumerated her attributes. She had beautiful, classic features that would set the goddesses afire with jealousy. Impossibly long eyelashes fringed eyes the color of milk chocolate. Her nose was pert but slender, raised at the tip to give her just enough sass to amuse him. And her lips, those lips. He already knew they tasted of the sweetest nectar in paradise. How he wished to kiss them now!
Yet, he resisted. This woman-this human-possessed a fiery will, and would need some coaxing before she would fully submit to him.
And he would settle for nothing less than full submission-of body, mind and spirit.
Besides, there was much to appreciate in the chase.
He mentally murmured more soothing words to her, taking full advantage of his powers over humans. Thankfully, she calmed, allowing him a brief but welcome opportunity to see her as she might be in his world-not that he'd ever expect her to follow him there.
Selkies had mated with humans for ages, but the hazards of falling in love with one was well known. It was much safer this way-to mate and leave. The land dwellers would raise his child until he was old enough to join his father in their world below.
But, as he watched her chestnut hair drift around her face and over her shoulders, flirting with breasts so ripe and firm they beckoned his touch, he found himself wondering if it might be possible.
And then her panic sliced through him, cutting that thought off before he'd finished it.
Perhaps not.
Testing her powers of intuition, wanting to sense whether she felt the connection between them, he reached out, touching her between those luscious breasts. Her heartbeat, jackrabbit quick, increased in response to his touch.
Yes, very good. Her body was willing, even if her mind was not yet ready. His own reacted in a primal response, blood pumping through his body in hot waves, pooling between his legs until his erection pushed against the containment of his swim trunks.
Hush, love. You're safe. Can you see how magical this place is below the surface? You came from water. It's a part of you. He palmed her cheek before letting his hand slide lower to grasp her neck. Her hair twined around his fingers, dancing upon the shifting currents like tiny fish.
Get me the hell outta here. I'm no more water than you are frickin' gold! And how the hell are we talking?
He let his fingertips stray lower and to the left, tracing the line of her collarbone before dipping between her tits and skirting the fullness of a breast. Then it continued down, following the line of her torso. Damn, she was perfect! Her body was soft, as a woman's should be. Her skin was smooth under his touch, velvety. Her energy, and the unique taste of her filled the water surrounding them, sending his nerves aflame. His groin ached, his cock throbbed, and only one image played through his mind-bending her over and fucking her until he dropped dead away.
And unless you're going to rescue me, get your fuckin' hands off! I'm dying down here!
He couldn't help smiling. Yes, a fiery sprite, she was, one that would make Coventina, the goddess he most adored--for her spunk, of course--hang her head in shame.
As long as we're together, you won't die.
Nice, buddy. What kind of nut job are you? Using her feet, she pushed up from the concrete floor, scooping water into her cupped hands as she swam to the surface.
He followed her and the sounds, sights and smells of the world outside the water assaulted him as he broke the surface. Wrapping one protective arm around Jane's narrow waist, he gave her time to catch her breath. She sputtered and sagged against him in relief.
Her soft body against his made every muscle tense. His cock shot to full erection, his internal engine switched to high gear as his heart pumped blood through every miniscule part of him. His heart's quickened thump pounded in his ear, revved even more as he cupped her ass with his free hand and held her tight against him. His legs kicked slowly, keeping them both afloat.
Damn, how he wished they were in murky waters! The toxic chemicals in the pool water left it as clear as the calmest sea, and offered no opportunity for further exploration of the body pressed firmly against him.
And what exploration he would like to have, particularly of the delicious juncture between her thighs. He licked his lips as he mentally tasted her.
Sweet, mellow.
"Are you going to take me to the side, or are you just going to stay here in the middle of the pool and cop a feel?"
He laughed. Her sharp wit delighted him. "I don't see you objecting."
"Like hell, I'm not!" She shoved at his chest, but he held her fast, purposefully molding her body to his and appreciating every place their skin touched.
"Truly, you don't wish me to release you, do you?" His skin was ablaze as nerve endings erupted like tiny volcanoes, sending molten lava through his veins. His cock reared up, ready to delve into her juices, plunder her into the submission he knew she yearned for. And yet, he knew he could do nothing but deliver her to the side of the pool and release her.
His heart sank at the thought. Now that he had found her, he didn't want to let her go.
