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“Well, seeing as the vortex is off…” She went on trying other shapes.
Eventually, though, she slowed down and simply gazed over the landscape.
“So beautiful here…” Her chest lifted and fell.
Mine too, because we’d ended up pretty close, and my hands had landed on her shoulders.
“Beautiful…” I whispered.
“That’s the thing about Sedona,” Pippa murmured. “Even if you close your eyes, it’s beautiful.”
I tried it. Yep. Still beautiful.
“The wind…the clean air…” Pippa murmured.
My mate in my arms,my wolf side whispered.
My thoughts blurred. A pleasant buzz tickled my skin.
Pippa swayed gently, moving with the breeze or the vortex or whatever it was she was tuned in to.
It was like a slow dance, but out in nature instead of on a dance floor. Every beat of my heart brought me closer to peace…and closer to Pippa.
Chapter Eight
INGO
I closed my eyes, inhaling Pippa’s scent. Maybe there was something to that vortex stuff. Even my arms were tingling. Tingling their way right down to Pippa’s waist, before I even realized it.
Pippa didn’t seem to realize either, because she hummed and went on swaying.
“Mmm. Nice…”
She’d said something about the vortex having an upflow, but I could have sworn it was more of a slow squeeze, bringing our bodies closer together.
My arms slid around her waist, but not on any conscious command from me. Pippa echoed the movement, putting her arms over mine in a back-to-front hug.
The breeze played with her hair, and it tickled my cheek. Or maybe that was the vortex?
Whichever it was, I didn’t care. I was too lost in the moment. Too lost in our kiss…
Yes, a kiss. One I pressed to her neck, ever so gently. Another side effect of that pesky vortex.
“Mmm,” Pippa mumbled, setting off a dozen flashbacks of long, lazy mornings in bed.
For once, the memories were more like blueprints than painful lessons of the past, and I reconstructed every one. Theslide-kiss that started at her collarbone and ended in the notch of her neck. The long kiss that swept along the edge of her jaw, ending near her lips. Best of all, the kiss that met those lips exactly as Pippa turned in my arms.
Call it a vortex kiss.
And, oh. The vortex must have jumped to full flow, because Pippa cupped my face in her hands and hung on.
My research on vortexes described them as swirling centers of energy that fostered meditation, healing, and self-exploration. So…
Meditation—check, because I’d never been more focused on the present.
Healing— check plus, because the ragged edges of my heart stopped hurting.
Self-exploration, though, was a stretch. More like exploring Pippa.