Beyond Redemption by India Masters Page B

hand.
    “What are you doing in my room?”
    “I saw you talking to some guy earlier and thought maybe I should remind you to be careful who you trust. People are abducted from Brazil, you know. Not like they are from other countries, but it’s not unheard of. Can’t be too careful socializing with the natives.”
    Angelique snorted and yanked the towel off her head. “I’m aware of that, Mitch, and I politely turned down his dinner invitation. I don’t need a babysitter.” She sat on the upholstered ottoman at the foot of the bed and began to vigorously massage the lotion on her legs. “Besides, what’s it to you who I do or don’t talk to? You don’t own me, you know, despite what you might think, and our arrangement is null and void outside of Ecuador.” She looked over at him. The look on his face was as frightening as it was sensuous. Barely contained lust. Her heart went pitty pat, and she had a hard time swallowing. “Jesus, Acosta, haven’t you ever seen a woman rubbing moisturizer on her legs before?”
    “It’s been too long, Angel,” he said, his voice thick as smoke.
    “W-what?”
    “Since you and I have been together.”
    Right . In actuality, it had only been a day.
    He stood up and moved toward her, and she felt as though she might faint. He was in his usual garb, a vintage Hawaiian print shirt, unbuttoned, of course. Only tonight he’d swapped the shorts for a faded pair of Levi’s, and he was barefoot. He stopped in front of her and plucked the lotion from her lifeless hands.
    “It hasn’t been that long, if you’ll remember. Besides, doesn’t matter. I didn’t invite you in, and I want you to leave.” Angelique shook her head as he sat down behind her and tugged at the lightweight robe until it slid off her shoulders and down her back.
    “What—what are you doing?” Her tongue felt thick in her mouth.
    “I’m putting lotion on all this beautifully tanned skin you can’t reach,” he told her, lifting her hair and draping it across her shoulder.
    His hands were calloused but gentle as he smoothed the lotion across her back, rubbing in a circular motion. Strong fingers worked at the stressed tendons in her neck and the tops of her shoulders.
    “Lots of tightness in your shoulders, Angel. You need to learn to relax.”
    Fat chance with you in the room.
    She didn’t answer, just gave herself over to the moment. What was there to say? Life in the refugee camp was stressful. Much like a MASH unit, Acosta had told her way back when, and like those units, people tended to find their pleasures where they could. She sighed as Mitch worked his fingers down her back, stopping at the base of her spine. Mesmerized, she didn’t protest when he kissed her neck.
    “Your pulse is racing, Angel. You crave my touch; admit it. I’m going to put my hands on you now and make you forget you hate me.”
    She shivered as he nipped her earlobe. “Damn it, Acosta. Sometimes I really hate you.”
    Her head fell back against his shoulder, and he captured her mouth, kissing her greedily. He slid his hands around her to cup her breasts. He knew just how she liked to be touched. He pinched her nipples, and she gasped. The slight bite of pain sent a rush of heat to her pussy. Her head shouted no, but her body didn’t care, and when he slid a thick finger into her, she parted her legs to grant him better access.
    Before she knew it, Acosta was naked and sheathed, and her feet were propped on the edge of the bench, the upper half of her body pressed back against the mattress, her legs spread wide as his mouth teased her pussy, nibbling and licking as his fingers fucked her. He meant for her come like this. He’d always been able to wring an orgasm from her before he even slid his cock into her. She gasped when his fingers twisted inside her to massage the wall of her vagina.
    “Fuuuck!” She howled as her hips lifted and she came.
    He didn’t give her a second to recover. He flipped her over and