Free Hidden Depths by Emma Holly Page B

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    Never mind that , he thought. He knew the desire to rub herself over him would drive her crazy soon. The crazier she got, the easier she’d be to take once they reached the protected tunnel under the sea floor. Force was something he never wanted to resort to. To his relief, she wrapped her arms around his chest without being told, leaving his arms free to swim. Her cheek she tucked close against his neck, her soft breasts flattened against his skin. When she wriggled just a little, as if her nipples were itching, his mood brightened.
    No doubt it was childish, but he also appreciated her not asking where her husband and the others had swum off to.

    * * *
At first, Olivia tried to keep track of where they went. She was always the navigator on family road trips. Sadly, there were no street signs or K-Marts to serve as landmarks. When they veered away from the shoreline, the terrain became even less decipherable.
    It didn’t help that the man whose back she clung to was incredibly distracting.
    His immense erection thrust up from his groin above where her calves were crossed. She kept wanting to stroke it, to see if it really was the best part of him to touch. He kept steering her hand away before it got there. Olivia wasn’t sure she could stand being put off much longer.
    The frustration in her body grew by insane degrees, until her pussy felt like it was on fire. Helpless not to, she rocked her pelvis against his glutes, which were conveniently tight and hard.
    “Christ,” he said after a minute of this treatment. “We’re almost there. Just hold on a bit longer.”
    Olivia ground her teeth together. If this was a dream, shouldn’t she be allowed to come? She rubbed her mouth across his shoulder, searching out his pointed nipples with roaming hands. He moaned when she found the little projections and rubbed them. His body writhed so extravagantly in her hold that his swimming momentarily lost its astonishing momentum.
    “O-livia,” he growled.
    Something about him saying her name, as if they knew each other, shocked her into stopping. He shuddered when she did.
    “Thank you,” he panted.
    Was it panting when you were underwater?
    He hadn’t been lying about them being close to their goal. The tunnel turned out to be a giant hatch set into the side of a rocky trench in the ocean floor.
    Though the entry was sheltered, Olivia didn’t understand how it could fail to be noticed. They weren’t that far from the coast, and the sunlit surface of the water was still visible above them. That sparkle grew more distant as Anso allowed their combined weight to sink down in front of the immense door.
    He must have sensed the tension this spurred in her. He rubbed one of the arms she’d wrapped tightly around him. “The hatch is cloaked by magic. You can see it because you’re with me. We’ll be perfectly safe inside.” Of course the tunnel was cloaked by magic. What else could have done the trick? Anso checked a cryptic readout beside a control panel. That wasn’t magic.
    That was a computer.
    “The others have gone in already,” he said.
    The others meaning James. The reminder of her husband’s existence should have done a better job of subduing her hormones. Her ability to think was overwhelmed by Anso’s promise to take care of her in there. Anso punched a code into the panel, his fingers fumbling as if he were rattled by all this too.
    At last, he hit the right sequence of numbers. A smaller door swung open within the larger one. Anso pushed away from the panel and swam them both through it. Lights lit the huge space inside, long twinkly lines of brightness that curved away into the distance. The walls of the tunnel were gray but not concrete.
    She thought they might be high tech ceramic tile. The tiles looked wet, which of course they were. They glistered as if they contained mica. Though the passage was currently empty, it was large enough to accommodate multiple lanes of car traffic.
    James and the