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“I’d like to start fresh tomorrow. A shower, jungle-appropriate duds, and breakfast.”
His thumbs danced across the keyboard on his cell. “Got a hotel.” Roark turned on the ignition. He cranked up the air while he pulled away from the curb.
Chapter Twenty-Two
The hotel in Tikal was nothing like the one in Alexandria, but it was clean.
They chose the cabin set farthest from the road, nestled among thick jungle growth. Inside, Roark snagged Indigo’s backpack, tossing it onto a bed complete with mosquito netting. Before she could move, he shoved his hands under her shirt, slipped it over her head, and unsnapped her bra, exposing her full breasts. He admired the view. “Take off the rest.”
Indigo toed out of her boots. With a wicked grin, she slid her shorts down her long legs and flicked them aside.
“Those, too.”
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of black, barely there lace panties, wiggling them off.
Roark fought to keep control. “The hair. Release it.”
“Bossy.” Indigo hauled up the end of the braid, removing the tie, running fingers through the ropy strands until her ass-long, black curls were a wild curtain around her lush body.
Roark’s breath caught in his throat, a growl piercing the air. She was beautiful, his untamed Indy. “You have no idea how bossy I can get.” He stepped toward her, his fingers brushing along her jaw and trailing down the satiny skin of her neck. He cupped her breasts, their weight pleasant in his hands. With his thumbs, he strummed her nipples. Dipping his head, he latched onto a pebbled nub. When he licked and sucked, she arched into his mouth, her palms urging him tighter to her.
While he enjoyed her other breast, her fingers slid under his shirt, tugging on it. Roark allowed her to pull it off. She flung it to the floor. Before he went to work on his jeans, Indigo stopped him. “Let me.”
He hissed when she stroked the bulge in his pants. “Take me out, Indy. I interrupted you the other day. Please continue.”
She released the button, drew down his zipper, and freed his stiff cock. While she stared at him, chewing on a thumbnail, she licked her lips. He removed his shoes to step out of his jeans.
Before he wrapped his arms around her to carry her to the bed, Indigo dropped to her knees, her hand fondling his length. When she bent forward, her tongue shooting out to lick him, he stroked her hair. “Yes, Indy.”
He watched her lips envelope his crown, teasing the tip, kissing it. His leg muscles tightened.
She paused, tilting up to look at him. “You taste good.” She returned her attention to his dick.
Damn. She was sexy as hell on her knees, swallowing his cock, taking him deep. She fisted the base of his shaft while she licked and sucked. She slid him in. Pulled him out, moaning.
“That’s it. Your fucking mouth is so hot.” He gripped her temples, rocking his hips, urging her to take him to the back of her throat. He glided out. His erection disappeared again when he thrust forward, consumed by her hot wet heat.
“I’m not going to last, Indy.”
Her free hand gripped his ass, her nails digging into it, forcing his muscles to flex. She kept a slow steady rhythm.
Not fast enough. He bucked harder, surging forward, her lips and tongue pressing on him. Her fingers traveled to his sac, cradling his balls, stroking them while the fire blazed. “Yeah. Keep it up.” He couldn’t stop. With his hands tangled in her hair, his thrusts furious, he threw back his head, a roar escaping from his chest. He exploded. She drew out his orgasm, continuing to stroke his erection with her tongue.
When he could finally move, he gripped her shoulders, lifting her from the floor. “You have a wicked mouth, witch.”
She licked her lips. “I do, don’t I.”
“All day while you worked, I thought about burying myself in you.”
“Really? Do you want to describe your thoughts in detail?”
“I’d rather show you. Get on your hands and knees.”
“Right here?”
“Yes. The rug’s soft. I’m not.”
Indigo shrugged, doing as told. Her hair pooling on the floor to each side of her. She cast a sexy grin over her shoulder. “Waiting.”
