Chapter 32 #2
“I know I’ve been treating you terribly so far, but I want to make it up to you, Angel. Will you spend the day with me? I thought I could show you some things around the oasis if you like?” I glance at her frowning face before quickly adding, “Of course, you don’t have to.”
“No, I’d like that.”
“You would?” I ask in surprise, looking at her smiling face.
“Yeah, I mean, we’re family, right?”
“Right.” I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
I wanted to be her family, but I had a feeling she meant it in the in-law sort of way, when I wanted to be in her inner circle.
My mind drifts back to the kiss she gave me when she first arrived, thinking I was Indy.
Maybe I could convince her to kiss me again one day?
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her playing with her bandage, reminding me of her injury. Fuck, I was an idiot, why hadn’t I checked on how that was healing?
“I need to check your wound, make sure it’s healing well, do you mind?” I hold out my hands, motioning to hers and as she places them in mine, I quickly reach out and grab her other wrist, turning it over to look at the palm.
I gasp at the sight. Her good hand is full of slices along her palm. “Angel, what the hell happened?” I ask, with a mix of anger and shock.
“Oh… I’ve been making rope, it’s a little hard on my hands.” I quickly divert my attention to her bandaged hand and make quick work of removing the binding. Her palm is covered in blood and I grimace. “Is it that bad?” she asks, looking nervous.
“Well, it’s not good. But I don’t think it’s infected.
It’s hard to tell, it’s filthy. You should have told me.
” She gives me a look that says are you kidding me?
and I let the anger drop from my face. “You’re right, I didn’t exactly make you think you could come to me with something like this. But I hope that will change.”
I glance up at her face for a moment, knowing what I have to do.
“I need to clean your hands.” She tries to stand, but I hold her hand firm, keeping her seated.
“I need to do it here, with clean water.” She just nods, staring down at my hands like that’s a normal request. I could use the pond water, but my magic was 100% clean, plus it was a good chance to see how she really felt about it.
I sigh before speaking. “Angel, you’re not understanding me. I need to use my magic to clean your hands.” Her surprised eyes jump up to meet mine. A look of wonder crosses her face.
“Really? I’m going to get to see you use your magic… right now?” She practically squeals in delight and, like the idiot I am, I just stare at her. How could she be so excited about magic? “Apollo?”
“Yes. Right now, are you okay with that?” I ask and she nods, looking excited.
I hold the hand with stitches sideways, pressing my finger above the wound and let a trickle of water pour from my fingertip, dripping down the injury, before I repeat the process on the back of her hand.
I repeat the action several times, my eyes continually darting to her face. She looks shocked. Is she freaking out?
“What are you thinking? Is it too much?” I finally ask, unable to take not knowing.
She smiles as her face turns to mine. “Apollo, that is the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen!
Does the water always come from that fingertip?
Can you make it go faster or spray out? Can you also control water that doesn’t come from you, like the pond?
” The questions spill out of her quickly and she seems genuinely excited about my magic and, for the first time in my life, I feel proud of my abilities.
“You like this?” I ask, puffing up my chest. “This is the least impressive thing I can do.”
“Really?” Her eyes light up in excitement. “What else can you do?” she says, leaning forward eagerly.
“I can make it rain,” I say with a smirk, feeling cocky.
“Bullshit!” she says, making me laugh.
“Nope, I kid you not.”
“Prove it,” she demands. Her bossiness is sexy and my dick starts to stir in my pants at her words.
I lick my lips as I watch her, hoping to press my luck. “On one condition,” I tell her.
“What?”
“You have to give me something,” I tell her cryptically.
“I don’t really have much here to give you,” she says, holding her hands out to the side, making me stare at her body in my large tunic.
When she had started bathing in the waterfall, not knowing I was watching from beneath, I couldn’t help but stroke my cock while I watched her bathe.
Even before I started to get to know her last night, I still thought she was beautiful.
When I came in my hand at the sight of her, I felt ashamed, and that’s when I made my presence known.
And watching her naked body exit the pond had got me hard all over again.
So I know exactly what she wore under that tunic… nothing.
“Apollo?”
I look up at her face, her eyebrows raised in question. Right, what had she said? That she had nothing to offer.
“What is it you want?” she asks, biting her lip.
I reach forward and pull her lip free from her teeth as I whisper, “A kiss.”
Her eyes dart to my lips before she licks hers. Is that heat I see in her gaze?
“You got a deal, rain man,” she says, sitting back and holding out her hand to shake.
“Angel, I’m not shaking your injured hand.
I better clean this one while I’m at it,” I tell her, holding it sideways and using four fingers to pour water over her this time.
Her eyes light up in surprise and as they meet mine, I wink at her, making her eyes go wide and a beautiful blush fills her cheeks.
When her hands both seem as clean as I can get them, I grab fresh cloths and bandage them both up.
“Alright, come with me,” I tell her, gently grasping her wrist and pulling her behind me as I head to the northern part of the oasis. There’s a small clearing there where the surrounding trees are much shorter, letting you see a large patch of the sky.
“Stand here,” I command, placing her in the center of the clearing.
I stand directly in front of her, only a foot of space separates us as I shake out my arms before raising my palms up to the sky, over my head.
I close my eyes for a moment in concentration.
This power doesn’t have water flowing from me, but rather pulls it from the sky.
Being out in the desert it takes a little longer as my magic has to stretch out to find moisture in the air.
And after about a minute, I feel the first drop on my nose and open my eyes.
Slowly, rain starts to fall around us. I don’t have to keep concentrating, the amount of magic I poured into the air will keep it raining over the entire oasis for about fifteen minutes, enough to keep the flora flourishing.
Dropping my arms, I look down at the little angel in front of me as she stares up at the sky in amazement.
“Wow, Apollo, you did it! This is amazing!” She giggles as she holds her arms out to the side and starts turning in circles as the rain speeds up. Her joy is infectious, making me grin. And as I watch her smile, I remember what she promised me.
Avoiding her spinning arms, I swoop in, grabbing her waist and halting her motion. Her hands shoot to my shoulders to steady herself as she looks at me in surprise.
“Alright, Angel, I held up my end of the deal, now it’s your turn,” I tell her, pulling her body against mine as the rain starts to pour down around us.
She licks her lips as she stares at me, her chest rising and falling with her breath as she whispers, “I’ve always thought it would be terribly romantic to kiss someone in the rain.”
I move one hand to the back of her neck and pull her lips to mine. They’re even softer than I remember, probably because she’d been stuck out in the desert for a while right before the first kiss.
I press my lips to hers over and over, wanting more, but afraid to ask for it and scare her away.
But when her tongue licks the seam of my mouth, I can’t hold back anymore.
My hand on her waist wraps around her back and one of her hands loop around my neck and the other around my back as I press my tongue into her mouth.
I have no idea what I’m doing, but her tongue strokes mine and I mimic the movements until I incite a groan from her.
Realizing she likes it when I take control, I use my thumb under her chin to tilt her head at the angle I want, letting me fully devour her.
Fuck, she tastes like candy. No wonder Indy claimed this woman, she was amazing.
I wonder how long it took him to convince her to marry him.
A woman like her could have anyone she wanted.
Finally, we manage to come up for air and I find myself panting heavily as I study her face.
“Angel, do you think you can ever forgive me?” I ask, afraid to know the answer.
“Tell me my name and I will.”