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Her waist length hair was thick and straight, the strands flashing blue-black from the light of the moon overhead.Her feet were bare and she carried what looked like a white towel draped over her hands. She stared at the sparkling water of the creek for a long moment, looking as if she were working up the courage to enter it.
Godric had waded in it the day before and knew just exactly how cold it would be.
Despite, knowing full well that he should leave, he couldn’t look away. He felt like a voyeur watching her. But something about the woman called to him.
Something that felt like magic.
As if she felt the heat of his gaze, her head turned and she focused her gaze in his direction. Her features were partially obscured by darkness. But the moon highlighted high, sharp cheekbones and a long, slightly rounded nose. Her lips looked the color of a fine cabernet in the skimpy light, and her eyes, deep-set and wide, looked unfathomable and black.
He stared back, feeling as if she could see him sitting there, despite the tree cover and dense undergrowth surrounding the spot where he sat.
Did she smile?
Was that a nod?
Slowly, careful like the deer he’d been watching across the creek, she reached up to pull the caftan off her shoulders.
The cream colored fabric slid off wide shoulders and down, baring the rounded tops of her beautiful breasts.
Godric gasped, feeling a tightening in his groin as the fabric caught on a pair of burgundy colored nipples and then dropped downward, pooling below her tiny waist, on her slim hips.
His need to watch the show she was providing warred with Godric’s upbringing and his thigh muscles tightened as he started to stand.
To walk away.
A soft cloud of creamy material hit the rocky ground at her feet and Godric stilled, groaning.
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