once he took control of her body. She arched up into him, matching him thrust for thrust sprawled across the giant log, while he took her body fast, then slow, rough, then gentle. He closed his eyes today, lost in his own pleasure. But that was fine with her. Any second now, she was going to...
She screamed against his hand. To explode. Like that. Omigosh. The orgasm had taken her by surprise, ripping through her like Giselle had gone through this end of Cuba.
Alex collapsed against her with a low, shuddering groan, pressing her buttocks uncomfortably into the rough tree bark. But nearly as quickly, he straightened, lifting her up and gently brushing off her backside. “Did we get all the sand off?” he asked wryly.
“I’m pretty sure we shook it all off,” she managed to reply without panting too audibly. She pulled her clothes on with unsteady hands while he efficiently folded the tarps and stowed them in his pack.
He announced, “It’s time for us to get moving. We have a ways to go before night. If you could finish packing, I’ll do a little reconnaissance.”
“Want me to come with you?”
“Good Lord, no!”
Whether he was concerned for her safety or for the burden she would be to him, she couldn’t tell. Either way, he whirled and disappeared into the brush quickly, as if worried she might follow him, anyway.
She sighed. The man was such a loner sometimes. Darned if that wasn’t part of his appeal, though. The fact that he’d chosen to let her inside his personal fortress of solitude was sexy as all get-out to her. Were they not fugitives who’d be arrested or shot on sight, and were there not boa constrictors out here, this wouldn’t be a bad little spot to stay for another day or two and have lots of hot monkey sex.
But after that, she would want a hot shower in a real bathroom in a decent hotel. One day at a time, Katie. One day at a time.
CHAPTER SIX
A LEX HURRIED AWAY from their hiding spot, nervous that Katie would do something stupid like try to tail him. She’d done crazier things before.
Where had all those soldiers last night come from, and why the hell hadn’t the contact met them at either the primary or secondary rendezvous points? Last night had been a setup. The Cuban army had been there with the intent to ambush the two of them.
Something was very wrong with this mission. He felt it in his bones. Of course, it was possible that the contact had been injured or killed in the storm. Or that he was tied up helping out his own family and hadn’t been able to peel away to come pick up the two Americans illegally in the country.
But none of those reasons rang true with his instincts. If he was right, someone had tipped off the Cubans where to find him and Katie. He had a hard time believing his father would betray his only son...but then, maybe it wasn’t so hard to believe if he stopped to think about it. His father’s brand of love would follow a scorched-earth policy in the face of betrayal.
The hot sun beat down on him and he let it. In a few days, he would be tanned darkly and, with his dark hair, would blend in for the most part with the locals. Blonde Katie, however, was going to burn like a lobster, loudly announcing her non-Cuban heritage to anyone who cared to look at her. He had to get her off the main roads and tucked away somewhere safe. Soon.
Every noise was a threat to her, every snapping twig a potential disaster that could cost him the woman he loved. His nerves were frayed and they hadn’t even been here a full day yet.
Baracoa sat at the eastern tip of Cuba, on the most isolated piece of the island. In fact, many people called the city the Siberia of Cuba. For decades, political dissidents had been sent there because it was so completely cut off from the rest of the island. After Giselle, the single decent road into this region was undoubtedly knocked out from both directions, cutting off the area again.
Which, of course, brought up the question of
She screamed against his hand. To explode. Like that. Omigosh. The orgasm had taken her by surprise, ripping through her like Giselle had gone through this end of Cuba.
Alex collapsed against her with a low, shuddering groan, pressing her buttocks uncomfortably into the rough tree bark. But nearly as quickly, he straightened, lifting her up and gently brushing off her backside. “Did we get all the sand off?” he asked wryly.
“I’m pretty sure we shook it all off,” she managed to reply without panting too audibly. She pulled her clothes on with unsteady hands while he efficiently folded the tarps and stowed them in his pack.
He announced, “It’s time for us to get moving. We have a ways to go before night. If you could finish packing, I’ll do a little reconnaissance.”
“Want me to come with you?”
“Good Lord, no!”
Whether he was concerned for her safety or for the burden she would be to him, she couldn’t tell. Either way, he whirled and disappeared into the brush quickly, as if worried she might follow him, anyway.
She sighed. The man was such a loner sometimes. Darned if that wasn’t part of his appeal, though. The fact that he’d chosen to let her inside his personal fortress of solitude was sexy as all get-out to her. Were they not fugitives who’d be arrested or shot on sight, and were there not boa constrictors out here, this wouldn’t be a bad little spot to stay for another day or two and have lots of hot monkey sex.
But after that, she would want a hot shower in a real bathroom in a decent hotel. One day at a time, Katie. One day at a time.
CHAPTER SIX
A LEX HURRIED AWAY from their hiding spot, nervous that Katie would do something stupid like try to tail him. She’d done crazier things before.
Where had all those soldiers last night come from, and why the hell hadn’t the contact met them at either the primary or secondary rendezvous points? Last night had been a setup. The Cuban army had been there with the intent to ambush the two of them.
Something was very wrong with this mission. He felt it in his bones. Of course, it was possible that the contact had been injured or killed in the storm. Or that he was tied up helping out his own family and hadn’t been able to peel away to come pick up the two Americans illegally in the country.
But none of those reasons rang true with his instincts. If he was right, someone had tipped off the Cubans where to find him and Katie. He had a hard time believing his father would betray his only son...but then, maybe it wasn’t so hard to believe if he stopped to think about it. His father’s brand of love would follow a scorched-earth policy in the face of betrayal.
The hot sun beat down on him and he let it. In a few days, he would be tanned darkly and, with his dark hair, would blend in for the most part with the locals. Blonde Katie, however, was going to burn like a lobster, loudly announcing her non-Cuban heritage to anyone who cared to look at her. He had to get her off the main roads and tucked away somewhere safe. Soon.
Every noise was a threat to her, every snapping twig a potential disaster that could cost him the woman he loved. His nerves were frayed and they hadn’t even been here a full day yet.
Baracoa sat at the eastern tip of Cuba, on the most isolated piece of the island. In fact, many people called the city the Siberia of Cuba. For decades, political dissidents had been sent there because it was so completely cut off from the rest of the island. After Giselle, the single decent road into this region was undoubtedly knocked out from both directions, cutting off the area again.
Which, of course, brought up the question of
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