Take (Deliver 5)

Running a clean towel over every inch of his torso, she mourned the raised bumps of new scars. Some etched into the skin on his chest. Others lanced down his side and leg. Most would’ve required stitches. All of them hurt her heart.

As she examined him, he did the same with her, his hands caressing and probing, his breaths growing deeper, faster.

“You were injured in the explosion.” She traced the slash on his ribs.

“Just cuts. You made it out unharmed?”

“A few bumps and bruises and a sprained ankle. No scars.”

“I’m so fucking sorry, Kate. I failed—”

“What happened?” She searched his warm brown eyes. “One second, you were carrying me. Then you were gone. I didn’t want to leave you, Tiago, but you were no where. It killed me.”

“You got out. That’s all that matters. And no thanks to me. I was knocked unconscious, unable to protect you.” His jaw clenched. “I came to, buried under concrete.” He gestured at the scar along his side. “When I couldn’t find you and Cole, I knew he had you. You were safe. It made it easier to focus on saving my own ass.”

“What about Arturo?”

His eyes shuddered. “He didn’t make it.”

“Fuck. I’m so sorry.”

“Me, too.” He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

“Cole said your names were on the deceased list.”

“How the fuck did he get that list?” His dark eyebrows formed an angry V.

“I don’t know.”

“Jesus, Kate. I didn’t want you to think I was dead.”

“I didn’t. I decided you were alive, because I couldn’t… I couldn’t accept anything else.”

He tangled a hand in her hair and brought her forehead to his lips. “I called in a favor to the President of Venezuela, had him put my name on that list before he released it to the authorities. It’s not public information, but my enemies will get their hands on it, if they haven’t already. As far as the U.S. government is concerned, I’m officially dead.”

“They won’t hunt you anymore?”

“No active searching, but I still have to lay low. Change my identity. That’s if Restrepo ever allows me to leave this cell.”

She flinched. “He’s not going to keep you locked up!”

A rueful smile pulled at his mouth. “I know the location of his headquarters. No one walks away with that information.”

She would see about that. “How did you find me?”

“There was no question who Cole placed you with. Problem was I didn’t know where the fuck this place was. Took me a couple of weeks to narrow the location down to this section of the Amazon rain forest. I spent the next two weeks living in the surrounding jungle, tracking activity and listening for traffic.”

“That’s why you lost weight.” She gripped his jaw through the beard, soaking in his dark features and beautiful brown eyes. “You look like a Latino Viking.”

A feral growl vibrated in his chest. “I need you.”

“I love you.” She trailed a path of kisses across his cheek.

“Say it again.” His hips lifted, rocking his rigid length between her legs.

“I love you.”

“I want you.” He wrapped his arms around her and ground her body against his lap.

“Take me.”

“I’ll never stop.”

In the next breath, she was on her back, trapped beneath the hard concrete floor and his even harder body.

An addictive, burning desire inflamed her senses, and she writhed beneath him, desperate for his touch, his kiss, his heavy cock.

He didn’t waste time, his fingers fumbling with the fly on her shorts. He stripped her from waist to feet, came down on top of her, and shoved up her shirt and bra, baring her breasts.

His gaze made a greedy sweep across her chest, and a devious grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“You kept the piercings.” His eyes returned to hers.

“You told me not to remove them.” She gripped one between her finger and thumb. “Is it true? Did you give up your entire syndicate for these stones?”

“No, Kate. I gave up everything for you.”

Guilt pinched her stomach. “I was such a bitch when you gave me the piercings. I didn’t know what it meant.”

His lips crashed down on hers, hard and demanding. She arched against him, yearning for more contact, needing him closer.

Jolts of electricity shot through her as his assertive tongue swept in and out, doing wicked things in her mouth. Every nerve in her body electrified, and she moaned, grinding against the steel bar of his cock.

She ran her fingers down his strong, smooth back, pulling him closer, and her gaze landed on a black lens in the ceiling. “There’s a camera.”

“Let them watch.” He reached between them, his hand brushing her pussy as he shoved down the front of his briefs. “Thank you for believing in us.”

She could only nod. If he didn’t fuck her soon, she might start crying again.

He met her eyes and pushed slowly, achingly inside her body.