Page 69 of Bad Rio

All the while he held her head, trailed his fingers over her nape, and tenderly stroked her hair. Within minutes he was sweating, moaning. He reached down to play with her breasts. “Feels so good.”

Encouraged, Becca crouched closer between his naked thighs. Leaning over him, she sucked him, enjoyed his pleasure. Lifting up for only a moment, she whispered, “Rio, wanna come now?”

“Oh god, yes!”

Bending to him again, she let her tongue swirl around his tip, let her breasts slide back and forth on his inner thighs. Upping her tempo, she stroked him faster and more firmly. His excitement fueled hers and she was incredibly pleased to bring him to this level. Never before had she enjoyed a lover more. This man was different. Special. Lovingly, she suckled him.

She could tell he was getting close when he arched his back. He came on a low shout of exultation, ecstasy tightening his features.

As she settled against his good side, he wrapped his arm around her, breathing heavily. She snuggled into him, put her face into his neck and made a line of kisses along the column of his throat. How very gratifying it was to bring Rio such pleasure. She enjoyed it immensely ... because it wasRio.

“You’re amazing,” he said, panting, and pulling her closer. “The best ever.”

“Glad you think so,” she said. “Does your side hurt?”

“It’s on fire,” he said. “But I don’t care. It was worth every second.”

She frowned, and began to sit up. “Let me check the stitches.”

He wouldn’t let her up. “Later. I wanna cuddle.”

She smiled into his neck and pulled his face to hers. “I know you’re a tough man, Rio Lang. But I like this tender side of you, too.”

He kissed her, his lips lingering on hers. “I like tenderness with you. Just don’t tell my old teammates.”

The chances of her ever meeting any of his old buddies, of ever being part of his life seemed low. The idea saddened her.

Disliking the direction of her thoughts, Becca came to the conclusion that now was not the time to dwell on them. She needed to enjoy Rio while she had him. This was her time, she decided. Tucked away as they were, hidden in the beautiful mountains, for this moment in time while he healed in the remote cabin, she would live every moment. It wouldn’t last, it couldn’t.

But for now, he was all hers.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Two more days passed, and Rio grew stronger. He was able to walk normally, if slowly, to go alone outside for bathroom business, and to spend ever-greater amounts of time awake. He quit the pain meds.

In the morning, he said, “Becca, where’s my phone? Gonna make that call to my boss.”

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