Last Hope

It’s why I put my hands on the sides of his face and kiss his mouth, hard. I mash my lips against his, tasting sweat, and dirt, but also . . . Rafe.

He stiffens under me, and I don’t know if it’s from surprise or if it’s because I’m being completely inappropriate. I don’t care. All I know is that I desperately need him to kiss me back, right fucking now. So I part my lips and slide my tongue along the seam of his, coaxing him to open up underneath me. To give me a chance.

Rafe groans and his arms tighten around me. The gun drops to the ground and then his hands are moving all over my back, as if he needs to touch me everywhere he can. My tongue glides into his mouth, and I’m met by his hungry one. Everything about Rafe is hungry and wild with need, and it makes me crazy with lust, too. I kiss him roughly, my tongue flicking against his, encouraging him to fuck my mouth with his tongue, to show me his intent.

His hand tangles in my hair and holds me in place, and then he takes me in the deepest, wettest, sultriest kiss I’ve ever had. I feel like his tongue is going places no tongue has ever gone, and it makes me weak in the knees. By the time we break apart, I feel like I’m the one that just conquered a village—I’m exhausted but utterly triumphant.

We’re both breathing hard.

“What was that for?” Rafe asks.

“For coming back safe for me,” I tell him, and cling to his chest for a little bit longer, just because I can. “Do me a favor and don’t leave me behind again, okay?”





CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE




RAFAEL

“I promise not to leave you behind with boy soldiers in the jungle again.”

She rolls her eyes at my specific promise but doesn’t move. I lean down and capture her mouth again. We are sweaty, smelly, mud-covered creatures but I’ve never tasted anything better than her mouth. She kisses me back, her mouth opening wider under mine. Her tongue is bold and hot. I can’t stop from growling, which apparently is a good thing, because she presses closer to me, so close that my painfully aroused dick is carving a divot in her stomach. I try to move away but she drags me closer.

“No, I want it. I want you,” she moans against my lips.

And that breaks me. I haul her roughly against me, my hands on her ass lifting her so that the juncture of her legs rubs my granite-hard cock. She responds by wrapping her legs around my waist and then grinding against me.

I hold her tightly to me. Not even a leaf could fit in between the two of us. My hand digs into her hair to grip her scalp while my other arm is an iron band around her waist. I spread my legs for balance and allow her to ride me.

Her heels dig into the small of my back and it’s that tiny pain that keeps me from coming in my pants.

A distant shout pierces the fogged lust of my brain and I’m reminded that we are still in the middle of the Amazon jungle, covered in mud and not yet out of harm’s way. With a herculean effort, I break away from her hot mouth.

She stares down at me, her hands clutched around my neck. “Why’d you stop?”

“Because we’re in the middle of the jungle, baby.”

Her legs tighten around my waist at my use of an endearment.

“I want you,” she repeats.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” I’d kill myself before I’d harm even a hair on her head.

“You won’t?” she assures me. “It’s going to be good. I’ll be gentle.” An impish grin settles on her face.

I tug on her hair lightly, reminding her I’ve got several inches and at least a hundred pounds on her. “It’s not you I’m worried about.”

She places a finger on my lips. “You are not going to hurt me. Do you trust me?”

I nod because my tongue’s down my throat. “Before . . . before we get Godzilla out, I want to eat your *. I need to feel you come all over me, just once.” Before I ruin it.

She shivers. “It’s going to be awesome.”

“We’ll be in a hotel by sundown,” I swear. “And I’m going to save Rose for you.”

“You will? How?” Her eyes widen and her fuck-me lips fall open. I resist the temptation to kiss her again. I have a feeling the shout came from Garcia and that he’ll be on us in a minute.

I let her drop slowly to the ground. There’s a barely formulated plan in the back of my head, but I can’t stop now that she’s staring at me like I’ve hung the moon.

“Duval has been using her to keep you in check, so he’s got to be keeping her close, and there’s no way this buy goes down without him being directly involved. The buyers wouldn’t stand for it.”

“You really think she’s here?”

“I bet my good eye she’s in Pucallpa right now with Duval and they’re waiting for this to be returned.” I kick the bag at my feet.

“You’d trade the information for Rose? What about your friend?”

“We’ll get him out, too.”

“How?” Suspicion dots her words but so does hope. I’m banking on the hope. Banking everything I’ve got.

“We’re going to steal it back after we get Rose.”

“And if you don’t?”

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