Fool's Bargain (Fate's Fools Book 7) by Ophelia Bell

Author:Ophelia Bell [Bell, Ophelia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Animus Press
Published: 2019-11-04T16:00:00+00:00

15

Zarya

A few quick breaststrokes brought me to the edge of the pool and I hauled myself out, jeans clinging to my legs. A gentle ocean breeze caressed my skin, raising goose bumps on my arms and across my torso. Standing, I shoved my jeans down, hurrying to peel the wet denim off so I could dive back into the heated water. My silk bathrobe floated on the surface, the hand-dyed jellyfish on the back looking like a mutant sea creature with the pool lights shining through the material.

On either side of me, the air pressure changed with a popping sound and two pairs of legs appeared. Dorian moved in front of me.

“Let me help,” he said, crouching down and peering up at me with a glint in his eyes. My panties were around my thighs and I swallowed, realizing he’d caught me in a very compromising position. I’d intended to just get naked and dive back in but now I was pretty sure all bets were off.

But he didn’t pull on my jeans. He didn’t even venture to touch me. Instead, he let his hands hover about an inch over the fabric, swiping them down my legs. As his hands moved, the fabric relaxed and I realized he was somehow pulling the water from my jeans with his hands.

While he did that, Kyril wandered to the side of the pool and knelt, reaching one long arm out to snag the floating robe. He dragged the dripping thing out of the water, held it up, and a deluge sluiced down the length of it, as if every last drop of moisture had been banished from the colorful weave. The ends of the soft cotton belt fluttered in the breeze.

Dorian continued down to my booted feet, the squelching wetness inside my shoes disappearing within a few seconds. Then he hooked a hand around the back of one heel, and I obediently picked up my foot. I dropped a hand to his shoulder for balance as he slipped off one boot, then drifted warm fingers up my leg to tug down my sock. My naked groin was less than a foot from his face, yet he kept his attention focused on my foot, gripping my heel in one palm while he slowly pulled the sock down my leg.

How the act of a man taking off my sock could be erotic was beyond me, but my body responded. My core grew warm and tingly and fresh wetness coated the tops of my now dry thighs. Dorian’s nostrils flared as he inhaled, but he had no other reaction beyond lowering my bare foot and switching to the other.

When I was barefoot, he paused and looked up at me, his black, shining hair a perfect frame of soft waves around his handsome face. Somewhere in his gaze I sensed a plea, and even though he was only kneeling to help me, I knew I was the one in control, that whatever I asked for he would give me, and that he was more than happy to kneel through it all.

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