Page 67 of This Witch Is Not Wicked

Nevan

Green water rose and fell in a gentle motion that would be lulling if I wasn’t so sure it was a death trap. I frowned at it while Enid stood next to me.

She’d brought me outside the border of Fairwitch, the entire city invisible now that we weren’t within its limits. Marshy land stretched in both directions as far as the eye could see, a mixture of tall green grass and cattails poking from the land, dotted by wildflowers. “What are we doing out here again? You’re not bringing me out here to murder me, are you?”

She raised her chin. “I’m teaching you how to swim.”

“What now?” She’d said she had a surprise for me, and I assumed that surprise had to do with my mouth on her body, which I was very eager to experience after that last time. But swimming? I had zero interest in swimming. “So you are trying to murder me.”

“You need to learn how to swim,” she said firmly.

“Why?” I flashed her a smile. “I have you to save me if I fall in.”

“Don’t count on it,” she mumbled.

“That’s not very comforting.”

“It’s not supposed to be comforting. This is called tough love.” She jabbed a long nail into my chest. “And I’ve got a little motivation for you.”

She stepped back and shrugged her black, long-sleeved dress off. Holy fuck. The dress slid slowly, tantalizingly down her body, revealing her shoulders, her upper arms, and her collarbone. And then it slipped over the swell of her breasts, and I’d never wanted my mouth on something so badly as I did her peaked nipples.

I swallowed, unable to tear my gaze away from her. She was absolute perfection. Her smaller waist flared out into wide, curvy hips as the dress sank lower, lower, until it finally fell all the way to the ground.

“Now, this I can get on board with.”

I took a step toward her, and she took a step back. “Ah, ah, ah.” She shot me a mischievous smile before diving into the water and giving me a peek of her round ass, gone before I could even take it in.

She surfaced and splashed me.

“That is just mean.” My cock was already semi-hard, my mouth watering at the thought of getting to kiss her, taste her, again.

“That is kind of my thing,” she said.

I shook my head and stepped to the edge of the grass. “You’re not mean.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “You might be the only person to think that.”

“No I’m not. I was just at Ceri’s dress shop yesterday, doing a house call for her father, and Ceri was talking about how you helped Harriet with Fiona at the book club. She had nothing but nice things to say about you.”

Enid swallowed, then fully stood, the water only coming up to her waist, and my breath caught in my throat at the sight of her slick, wet body. I imagined how it would feel to run my hands over every inch of her.

“I take it back.” I peeled my shirt off and threw it, then took off my spectacles and set them on the ground. “You are downright evil.”

She grinned wickedly, and I yanked down my trousers, now as naked as her. I was about to step into the water, when she said, “Stop.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Some pre-ritual swimming thing I need to do?”

“No.” Heat flared in her eyes. “I just want to look at you.”

Her gaze traveled from my shoulders to my chest, then trailed down and stopped at my cock. “You’ve already seen this.” I planted my hands on my hips and tipped my pelvis forward—just to give her a good view. “In fact, you got an up-close look pretty recently.”

“It doesn’t mean I can’t look again.” Her voice turned sultry, and in that moment I knew that I’d risk drowning for this woman. I wasn’t sure if that was more pathetic or romantic.

I took a deep breath and stepped in, the cold water shocking me. I gritted my teeth and kept going until the water was waist deep and Enid was only a few paces away, standing there, upper half of her body exposed.

Just one step in front of another. I’d gotten into the water, and now I was going to claim my reward.

I moved toward her, and she moved back.