Page 44 of Bad Rio

She eased onto her back, her legs dangling over the edge as he drew off her pants.

When she was nude, he settled himself on the floor between her thighs. Learning and discovering the contours of her skin, his touch was tender, exploring, worshipping. Excitement shot through her system.

He stroked her thighs, ran his hands over her calves and back up again. Leaning over, his face close to her sex, he breathed in deeply. “God, you smell good. So sexy.”

Becca closed her eyes.

He moved a bit of her pubic hair to the side, and when she felt his tongue touch her clitoris she nearly jerked upright. It felt like the best electric shock in the world. Rio delved deeper, licked her, painted her most intimate place with his tongue. His beard stubble rasped against her inner thighs, sending her excitement higher. She shivered in delight. Rio wasallman, and he wanted her, no other.Her.

Thrusting her hands through his thick hair, she caressed his skull, trailed her fingers over his nape. Delirious with pleasure, Becca felt her world telescope down to this single moment. She reveled in their differences, celebrated them, was in awe of them.

Rio paid her rapt attention, his tongue delving into her, then navigating back up to her clitoris. At first with a light touch, he remained there, and his tongue grew insistent, and then firm.

Becca’s felt her entire body climb, aching, as she strained against him. Her body lifted off the bed, mindlessly demanding now, and she pressed his head into her flesh. The pleasure built inside in bright, vibrant ribbons.

With his hands, he played with her breasts, squeezed her nipples. In moments she was gasping for air and thrashing on the bed.

The climax rose like a great wave speeding to shore. “Rio,” she exclaimed in a guttural whisper. “Rio!”

When the wave crashed, sending currents through her, quickly he covered her body and pushed inside. She was wet, ready for him, and even while the reverberations of her orgasm were fading away, she found a new excitement in his movements.

He watched her face, and rocked her inevitably toward another orgasm. Wanting to give him as much pleasure as he’d already given her, she used her sexual muscles to squeeze him. When he groaned, she knew he enjoyed it. Giving him better access, she spread her legs wide and drew her bent knees up high.

“That’s so nice, Buttercup,” he said in a low growl. As he quickened his tempo, she knew he was getting close. “That’s realnice.” Placing both his hands beneath her buttocks, he pumped harder. The bed squeaked from his rhythmic thrusts.

She came again on nearly his final push, sending him over the edge.

“Becca,” he breathed, sucking in great lungfuls of air.

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He stayed inside herfor a long time. Longer than she would have imagined, but she liked it. The intimacy between them was a thing to be cherished. She knew there would be no future relationship for them, and she must enjoy what he offered in the here and now.

Drunk with spent passion, she had no wish to move anyway.

Finally, he rose and retrieved a damp, warm washcloth from the bathroom. Carefully, he cleaned her, and then himself, giving her little kisses on her nose, her cheeks, her eyes.

“Sleep,” he commanded, taking her into his arms again. “I’ll wake you when it’s time for us to go.”

Four hours later, Rio woke her with a kiss. “Time to head out,” he said.

Instantly Becca awoke. Outside the motel room, it was pitch dark and near midnight. She sat up, pushed her hair from her eyes and hunted around for her clothing. “You know what I hope? I hope we don’t find anything suspicious at all. I want everything to be normal. Legal. Above board. None of my loved ones involved in anything terrible.”

Pulling on his pants, Rio did not respond.

“Maybe those Mexican bandits were simply opportunists and discovered I’d be visiting Maria in Mexico and kidnapped me, hoping for money. Maybe this has absolutely nothing to do with my dad’s business.”

Rio gave her a wary glance. “Yeah, maybe.” It was clear he didn’t think so.

Becca stubbornly continued to believe she was right. Her entire family had always been law-abiding, with no black sheep, no criminals or shady characters. Yanking her shirt over her head, she set her chin. Of course they must investigate. Kidnapping was not a thing to be taken lightly. She shivered, remembering that violent evening, and the following days and nights of awful captivity. This would be a chance to exonerate her father, her brothers, her uncle. She’d show Rio. They were all innocent.

Driving across town in the old beater Rio had rented in Laredo, he followed Becca’s directions through San Antonio and pulled into a parking spot some two blocks away from her father’s warehouse. In an industrial section of the city, there were many complexes, factories, and manufacturing plants. Here and there night crews arrived for or left work, but most of the buildings were dark. A few cars rolled each way down the streets.

Although both Rio and Becca wore light-colored clothing, there was no helping that now, so they didn’t try to hide. They walked, hand in hand, like a happy couple out after a late night on the town.

At the corner of the building, Becca indicated the correct two-story building and showed him where a side door led inside.

Rio glanced left and right, and then nodded. Together they slipped down a concrete walk between buildings until they found the door. He slid the key into the lock and it opened.

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