Page 19 of Bad Rio
She rolled onto her back and slanted him a glance. “When it suits you, you keep giving me choices as though you don’t care. But you’re not the robot you pretend to be, are you, Rio?”
“Never said I was a robot.” He flicked his eyes downward toward his lower body. “Clearly I’m a man. And you do know me. I’m Rio. We’ve spent two days together. And now a second night. What’s the problem?”
She got up on one elbow, her long hair framing her face and hanging down to the bed. Grudgingly, she admitted to herself that she found him physically appealing. He was like a golden, Viking demi-god. His physique. His face. Both were magnificent.
Yet that was only how he looked, his appearance, his outer shell. But what about his character? As she’d told him several times, she didn’t know him, didn’t fully trust him. Whether she was attracted to his fabulous outer layer or not, that didn’t mean she was going to toss aside her normal reserve.
While she knew herself to be a sexual being who enjoyed lovemaking, who even felt occasional urges toward exhibitionism, she’d never indulged those urges. She’d long fantasized about driving past men and ripping off her top, just to see their faces. It was a secret fantasy. Maybe one day she’d be able to do it.
That day had not yet arrived.
She’d never had sex with a stranger, or even a man with whom she didn’t already have a strong dating relationship. Certainly she wouldn’t change now.
Instead, she told Rio, “You’re not getting paid to bed me.”
“No need to pay me. I’ll provide the service for free.” He gave her a small smile.
She glared. “I said no. If you try to take me, I’ll claw out your eyes. And it will be rape.”
His smile faded. “I don’t do rape. If a woman I want is amenable, I have sex. Period.”
“This woman is not amenable.” She tapped her chest and beneath her shirt, felt her breasts sway.
His gaze dropped to her chest. “Sadly, you’ve made that clear.”
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At dawn Becca cameto a woozy consciousness, her body warm, her private parts even warmer. In fact, her vulva throbbed with sexual heat. Her breasts tingled and her nipples grew hard.
A big male body was flush against hers and his thick penis was rock hard and pushed up against her butt cheeks. If she hadn’t been wearing her underwear, he would have been inside her.
Still groggy and without thinking, she pushed back, made slight grinding movements against his hard-on. God, it felt good. It had been a while since she’d had sex. Her body let her know the time was now. She was a sensual woman, one who enjoyed intimate sexual expression, was often eager for it. She loved the closeness, the warmth, the earth-shattering orgasms.
Sighing in deep arousal, she took a short breath and sighed again, and gave a little hum. Sliding her hand down her body, she wormed her fingers beneath the waistband of her panties.
“If you touch yourself I’m gonna explode.” A male voice rumbled in her ear.
Becca’s eyes flew open.
Rio.
She froze and withdrew her hand. She was in bed. In the mountain cabin. With a man paid to take her home.
In the morning light, stark reality crashed back into her consciousness. A little fantasizing was one thing. Actually acting upon those fantasies was another.
He placed his hand on her hip, caressed it. “Say yes, Becca, and I’ll do the work for you. My fingers are magic. You won’t be sorry, I promise. Say yes.” He kissed her ear, gave her a tiny pelvic thrust, rubbed the hard length of his penis against her.
Pushing his hand away, she rolled to her belly and got up onto her elbows. “Sorry, I was still asleep,” she said, aware that at least some of this was her fault. “The answer is still no.”
“A shame.” He sounded disappointed, but not greatly so. And so impersonal. At least she knew that Mr. Cool got raging hard-ons. He wasn’t so cool down below.
Seeing the impassivity in his expression made her glad she hadn’t succumbed to him. He wasn’t Mr. Cool. But he wasn’t all warm and fuzzy, either. “Can you get me out of here today? I need to find out about Maria, my college roommate, and her dad, the ambassador—see if they’re okay. I’m not sick any more. Can we leave?”
He groaned and rolled up off the bed. Thrusting his hands through his hair, he said, “I need to scout the area.” Methodically he pulled on outer clothing, and when he was dressed for the outdoors, he hesitated. “I’ll need to climb the mountain. Keep watch for a while. Are you gonna run again?”
Becca licked her lips. “No. You’ve kept your word to me. I’ll stick with you.”
He gave only a curt nod, and left.
