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her. There
was no doubt the attraction between them was mutual, yet Arka had
never made a move. Behaved a gentleman, treated her with complete
respect, and followed her directives to the letter. He seemed as
driven to dig as she. Almost like he was seeking something specific.

Chapter
Six

    The deeper they dug, the more powerful the draw
of the skull became and the more his feelings for Gwen grew. Her
carefree laughter turned heads and brought smiles to everyone in the
encampment. She was full of life, joy, and light that flowed into
those lucky enough to dwell in her midst. There was no escape from
the pressure in his loins. Even his dreams were filled with her.
Since she never said a word about the dreams, he’d kept them to
himself. Perhaps they were merely his and were no longer shared
between them. Of course, if that were the case, why was he compelled
to stop short of sinking his manhood deep into her luscious body
while in dreamscape?
    Her night rain scent swirled around him with her
arousal, the soft curves of her body undulating against his. Her soft
moans of pleasure, the salty taste of her neck, and the sweet taste
of her lips lingered with him long into the days. He loved the fierce
passion of her sexual nature in his dreams. She would scratch and
bite him, driving him wild. During his waking hours, her easy wit
made the hard day’s work hours fly by.
    It was the words she’d spoken into his
mind last night that gave him pause in the light of the day. You’re
too good to be true … but oh how I wish you were real .
That was not a phrase he could have conjured up. How did he tell her
that he was very real without scaring her? Her bruises and quick
defensive reaction on the day she arrived led him to believe someone
had tried to hurt her. The male in him wanted to demand she tell him
who, so he could hunt down the man responsible and kill him slowly.
Watching her blossom with happiness held his tongue. He didn’t
want to see that blossom withered with a painful memory she seemed
determined to put behind her.
    With her hair restrained in her usual tight
braid, the purple sarong left the gentle slope of her shoulders
bared. Arka drank in the sight of her pale skin. His eyes dropped to
the hint of her bottom flexing with her steps. Her legs stretched
below the short, flowing material to her surefooted feet, which took
two steps for each of his long strides.
    He could hear the thunder of the waterfall they
approached. Gwen raced past Enrique with bouncing steps, clapping her
hands as the water-filled basin came into view. In a fluid series of
motions, she kicked off her sandals and dropped the sarong to the
ground, gifting him a momentary peek of her curvaceous bottom covered
only by a pale-yellow triangle before she hit the water with a splash
and dove under.
    Arka reached the water line as her head popped
to the surface. “This is better than sex.” She unbraided
her hair and dove out of sight.
    Enrique gave him an accusatory glare. “Don’t
tell me you suck at sex, uncle.” Apparently his nephew thought
he and Gwen were intimate.
    “Have you forgotten she is the Goddess of
Moonlight?” Arka reminded.
    Enrique shrugged. “No, but have you
forgotten she is also a woman?” He kicked off his sandals and
dropped his shorts leaving him in a pair of blue cotton
undergarments. “Because if you have uncle, I’d be happy
to show her.” Enrique raced a few steps into the water before
Arka could throw a punch.
    He looked around. The waterfall-fed pond had not
changed much over time. The dense forest surrounding it had grown
thicker and the pool had increased in size now that the water for
irrigating the crops was no longer diverted to the village. As a boy,
his first commune with the Sun God using the skull was on folded legs
at the river’s edge above the falls. Behind the fall of water
was a large gap of space. The natural cave had a wall of water on one
side, stone on the other, and a floor of smooth