Page 43 of Bad Rio

At last, Rio pulled into a nearby parking spot.

She opened the door and stood back. “Did you get the keys?” she asked.

He held up a jingling set and locked the door behind him. “Doesn’t look like your roommate has been home at all. The place is closed up, no new food in the fridge, all your mail still on the floor from the mail slot in the front door.”

“Oh.” She thought about that. “It’s pretty normal for her to be gone for a couple of weeks at a time. She might not even know I’ve been gone.”

“I fed your frogs,” he said. “Found some frozen blood worms and brine shrimp in the freezer and defrosted it real fast in hot water. Threw that in the tank right in front of their faces. I also gave them some sinking pellets you had there. Little guys were pretty hungry.”

Becca gazed at him in wonder. She loved her African dwarf frogs, and knowing that Rio had stopped long enough to feed her pets warmed her heart. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Moving to the bathroom to start the shower, he came back and drew his t-shirt over his head before starting to unzip his pants. “Well, I am a frogman.”

For a moment she didn’t understand. Then, it dawned on her. “Oh, you were Navy SEAL.”

“I was a SEAL, but I’ll always be a frogman.”

With that, he disappeared into the bathroom and she heard him washing beneath the hot spray. In minutes he came out. He’d rubbed his hair and slicked it back with the comb. Around his ribbed waist, he’d tied the towel.

“Way I figure it,” he said, lifting her blouse to place a warm palm on the bare skin of her hip, “we’ve got at least six hours before we can sneak into the warehouse.” He caressed her skin. “You tired?”

Becca wound her arms around his neck. “No.” She touched her lips to his and caught her breath. Desire snaked through her veins like a flash fire. “Not one bit.”

Folding her into his arms, Rio lowered his head.

And he let the towel drop.

Chapter Eighteen

“You fed my frogs,”Becca said, as Rio drew her shirt over her head and took her breasts into his hands. “I’m so happy you did that for me.”

“I plan to do sweet, sweet things for you, Becca,” he said, gently rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She sucked in air. Pleasure spiraled through her veins, flowed down her body in a languid, fluid river.

When her nipple puckered, he smiled. “Look how fast you respond to me.” Lowering his head, he took her into his mouth and she moaned. Thick and insistent, his hard-on dug into her hip.

There was nothing in the world she loved more than having her breasts touched, massaged, licked, kissed. Except perhaps for equal attention paid to her lady parts. As though Rio could read her mind, he whispered, “Lay back, honey,” and he guided her to sit on the bed.

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