"Bite him back," Nathan drawled.
That ludicrous remark made her laugh. "You would, wouldn't you?"
She came to an abrupt stop and let out a gasp of pleasure. "Oh, Nathan, it's so lovely here."
He silently agreed with her. The waterfall poured down over the smooth rocks and fell into a froth in the pool at the bottom.
Nathan took hold of Sara's hand again and led her to the ledge behind the waterfall. The area was very like a hidden cave, and when they'd reached the center the water became a curtain shielding them from the world.
"Take your clothes off, Sara, while I see how deep it is here."
He didn't give her time to argue with that command but turned to lean against the rock to take off his boots.
Sara took his apple, added her own, and placed both on the rock behind her. She put her hand out to touch the water flowing down and was surprised that it wasn't overly cold to the touch.
"I'll just sit here and dangle my feet in the water," she announced.
"Take your clothes off, Sara."
She turned to argue with her husband and found he'd stripped out of all his garments. Before she could even blush he'd disappeared through the curtain of water into the pool below.
Sara folded her husband's clothes and put them way back against the wall. She then removed her dress, her shoes, her stockings, and her petticoats. She left her chemise on.
Then she sat down close to the edge and let the water pour over her feet. She was just about to relax when Nathan caught hold of her feet and pulled her into the water. It felt too wonderful to protest. The sun was bright, and the drops of water seemed to glisten on Nathan's bronzed shoulders.
The water came to the middle of his chest. It was so clear, she could see to the bottom. Nathan's muscular thighs drew her immediate notice. He was such a fit man, she thought to herself. He was terribly gentle with her when he pulled her into his arms.
She wrapped herself around him and rested the side of her face on his shoulder.
"You're very trusting," he whispered. "Stand up. Let's see if the water covers your head."
She did as he requested. The water reached her mouth, but when she tilted her head all the way back she could breathe without difficulty.
"This is nice, isn't it?" she asked.
Nathan was trying to concentrate on the swimming lesson he was about to give, but her soft body kept getting in his way. The thinner-than-air chemise she wore clung to her breasts, and all he really wanted to do was make sweet love to her.
Hell, he thought, he had the discipline of a gnat when she was near. "All right, then," he began in a brisk, no-nonsense voice. "The first thing you're going to learn is how to float."
Sara wondered why Nathan was frowning so, then decided he was being brisk so she wouldn't try to argue with him. "If you say so, Nathan."
"You're going to have to let go of me, Sara."
She immediately did as he ordered. She slipped under the water when she lost her anchor and her balance, and she came up sputtering. Nathan lifted her up by holding her around the waist, then ordered her to stretch out on her back.
Sara was floating without his assistance in little time. He was more pleased over her accomplishment than she appeared to be. "That's enough instruction for one day," she announced. She grabbed hold of his arm to balance herself and then tried to nag him into taking her back to the ledge.
Nathan pulled her into his arms. His touch was gentle as he brushed her hair out of her face. Her soft breasts rubbed against his chest. He took his time lowering the straps. Sara didn't realize her husband's intent until her chemise was down around her waist.
She opened her mouth to protest. He silenced her with a long wet kiss. The sound of the waterfall drowned out his low growl of desire. Her knees went weak when his tongue moved inside her mouth. He swept her resistance completely away. She threw her arms around his neck and held him tight.
Nathan worked the chemise down her legs, then lifted her higher until he was pressed tight against the junction of her thighs. She felt so incredibly good to him. Kissing her wasn't enough anymore. He pulled back and looked into her eyes.
"I want you."
"I always want you, Nathan," she whispered.
"Now, Sara," he said. "I want you now."
Her eyes widened. "Here?"
He nodded. "Here," he said in a low groan. "And now, Sara. I don't want to wait."
Even as he told her his intent he was pulling her legs up around his waist. He was kissing her wildly, demanding her response.
Oh, how easily he could make her want him, she thought. Sara was trembling with raw need when he asked her if she was ready for him. She couldn't even speak. Her nails scraped his shoulders in answer, and she let out a little sigh of pleasure when he began to ease inside her.
Nathan captured her mouth for a long kiss, and when her tongue touched his he thrust deep inside. She tightened around him.
They both almost drowned. Neither minded. And when they found their fulfillment they were both left spent from the bliss they'd just shared.
Sara didn't have the strength to walk to the ledge. Nathan carried her there and placed her on the rock next to the waterfall. The sun beat down on her, but Sara didn't mind the heat. She was still feeling happy and lethargic from their lovemaking.
Nathan lifted himself up on the ledge and sat beside Sara. He couldn't stop himself from touching her. He kissed the top of her head, then the ticklish spot behind her ear. She fell back against the rock and closed her eyes. "It's quite remarkable what happens when we make love, isn't it, Nathan?" she whispered.
He rolled to his side, propped himself on one elbow, and stared down at her. His fingers slowly circled her breasts, smiling when he saw the goosebumps his touch caused.
Sara had never felt so wonderful. The heat from the rock against her back wanned her, and her husband's touch made her shiver at the same time. She didn't think it was possible for her to want him again so soon, but when he began to nuzzle the valley between her breasts desire flared again.
She couldn't stop herself from arching up against him. He was driving her mad with his light, teasing caresses. He bathed each breast with his mouth, his tongue, and when he next looked into her eyes he saw the passion there, the need. His fingers tickled a path down her stomach. He teased her navel. She drew her stomach in. His hand moved down lower, and when his fingers slipped inside her she let out a low groan.
"You're wet for me, aren't you, Sara?"
She was too embarrassed to answer him. She tried to move his hand away. He wouldn't let her. And then he leaned down and began to make love to her with his mouth. His tongue made her lose her control. She writhed beneath him. She never wanted the sweet torture to end.
Her movements made him hard again. Just when he felt her tighten around him he moved between her legs and thrust deep inside her. Sara found her release then. The climax was so shattering, so consuming, she thought she'd died and gone to heaven.
Nathan was there with her. He let out a low groan and poured his seed into her.
Sara was too weak to move. Nathan thought his weight must be crushing her. With extreme effort he braced himself up with his elbows.
When he saw her bemused expression he smiled. "If we fall into the water now, we're going to drown."
She smiled up at him through her tears. She reached up and touched his mouth. "You wouldn't ever let anything happen to me. Do you have to go away tomorrow?"
He had started to turn away from her but her question stopped him. "Yes," he answered.
"I see."
God, she sounded forlorn. "What exactly do you see?" he asked. He nudged her chin up when she tried to turn her face away. "Sara?"
Because she couldn't come right out and ask him if he was going pirating, she decided not to say anything at all,