Page 68 of Bad Rio

She smiled at him, got to her feet and dusted off her hands. “I do what I can.” Moving to his side, she sat on the bed and took his hand. “I can’t believe you were a Navy SEAL. It’s not something I would have ever guessed.”

“Have you ever met one before?”

“No, you’re the first.”

“You can usually tell where a SEAL is because the earth trembles in his presence.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’ve heard they’re an arrogant lot. It’s making more sense all the time.”

He chuckled. “I miss the lads.”

“You’ve mentioned something like that before. But you’ve been out of the service for years, haven’t you?”

“Sure, but in the SEALs, it’s a brotherhood. A lifetime bond is formed with teammates because we have to rely on each other to stay alive. It’s a trust thing, and a guy in the Teams has to prove himself reliable and honest before anybodywilltrust him. Once that connection is made, there’s no breaking it.”

She thought about that. “Sounds intense. And ... important.”

He nodded, pleased. “You understand.”

Becca enjoyed his approval. She liked his dry sense of humor. In fact, she appreciated everything about him. He was just as he’d described his SEAL teammates to her: reliable, honest, and trustworthy. Hadn’t he proven those things to her time and again? Never mind his gorgeous good looks. Rio was good inside, too.

A deep need rose up inside her, a desire to give back to him, to give something of herself. This was Rio, her Rio, at least for now. And for now, he needed her to care for him. She felt a connection with him that demanded expression, physical expression. And she knew exactly how that connection would be realized.

Placing her palm on his chest, she gently pressed. “Lean back, sweet man.” She smiled into his eyes. “I’ll relax you.”

Already maneuvering his body to slide down onto the bed, he looked hopeful. “Now?”

She plumped a pillow beneath his head. “Now.”

“You’re not too tired? You climbed that big mountain.”

“Just thinking about what I want to do for you is giving me new energy.” She waggled her eyebrows, then a new thought occurred. Hesitating, she asked, “Areyouup to this? I don’t want your side to hurt or break open the wound.”

“Baby, the whole time you were gone I thought about nothing else. Trust me, I’m up for this.” He cut his eyes downward to his pants and she saw his rising erection.

She trailed her hand down his belly to squeeze him. Heat pooled in her sexual organs. She felt her nipples stiffen. “Mmm,” she said. “Proud.”

In a small surge he came off the pillow to take her in his arms, but instantly he let out a harsh groan, and teeth gritted, sank back down. “Damn it.”

“You’re going to have to let me do all the work today,” she said, bending to lift his t-shirt. She took care to skirt his bandage wrappings and place her mouth on his warm belly.

Indulging herself, she traced each ribbed muscle on his abdomen with her lips. His body was fantastic, better than any professional athlete, and she felt fortunate to have him all for herself.

“How awful for you, to have to cede authority to another,” she teased. “To have to follow someone else’s orders.”

“SEALs are trained to lead and to follow equally,” he said. “Trust me, I’ll do anything you say right now.”

“Good. I command you to allow me to do what I want with your cock.” Sliding her hand beneath his waistband, she closed her hand over his thick length.

He groaned, but with gentle hands, he held her head, caressed her hair. “Yes, ma’am.”

Rising up to peel off his pants, she threw them to the floor. “I like you submissive,” she said, eager to begin. “It’s a nice change.” With that she pulled her shirt over her head, unlatched her bra, and stepped out of her pants. He watched, unblinking, his expression alive, his eyes flaming. When her clothing fell away, she lay beside him and cupped his testicles. His hand found her breasts and squeezed her nipples.

They kissed, and she played with his hardness. Their hands were everywhere, all over, discovering, exploring. There was so much to know, Becca realized, so many places on his body she wanted to learn.

Taking control, she angled down his frame, ran her lips over his chest, his belly. Finally addressing his straining cock, she used her tongue to lick him from his base to his tip. She took care to wet all sides.

As she stroked him with her soft hands, his breathing thickened. At last she took him into her mouth, took him far back in her throat, in and out, as she caressed his balls and stroked the base of his penis.

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