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“Hard to forget.Fine, we’ll put round two on rain check status. But know this…” She leaned in close. “The next adventure will start with me on my knees until you beg me for mercy.”
Booker swallowed. Hard, coughing a few times as if it had been difficult, before dropping a kiss on her lips. “Consider it a date.”
She sighed when he stood, offering his hand before helping her up. He ran his fingers down her spine to her ass, then grunted and grabbed a sock. A quick breath, as if he was preparing himself for something unpleasant, then he was darting outside, dancing in the rain for a second before rushing back in and using it to clean both of them.
She inhaled at the brush of cold, damp fabric across her skin. “I doubt you needed to stick it in the rain when it was probably still soaked from that ride down the river.”
Booker chuckled. “I don’t know, sweetheart. You’re nearly as wet as the sock.”
She grinned, reaching out and wrapping her fingers around his length. “Unless you want those mercenaries to walk in here with me on my knees, you might not want to remind me how desperate I still am.”
Booker nodded, though she could tell it was forced. That he wanted her to suck him off — to start round two, right now — as much as she did. But he was right. Though the wind was still howling outside, it sounded as if the rain had eased. And they needed to use what was left of the storm to figure out their next move, or there wouldn’t be any more rounds.
She removed her hand. It took three tries and a silent pep talk, but she managed it. Only hissed a few times dragging on the damp clothes. Not soaking like they’d been several hours earlier, but nowhere near dry. Like her. Perpetually aroused because the one man who set her off was only a breath away, looking smoking hot in his clothes. The way they hugged every muscular inch, the wet fabric leaving nothing to her imagination. Not that she needed it because she knew exactly how he felt against her. Inside her.
Booker managed to zip everything inside his skin-tight pants, then scrounged around until he found the map, flattening it out across the crate — the same one he’d practically devoured her on — then looked across his shoulder at her. “Hey. You okay?”
She gave herself a mental shake, trying to focus on what he’d said. “What?”
He smiled. “I asked if you were okay.”
“Sure. Why?”
“The look on your face…”
“Can’t help it that I’m finding it hard to shift gears.”
“Right there with you. So, think of it this way. The quicker we get out of here, the quicker I can lick every inch of you, again.”
Christ, the man was going to kill her with her own desire. “I get first dibs on licking. But you have a point.” She ambled over to the crate, gazing down at the map. “You really think you can figure out where we are?”
“Close enough. Where do you think we are?”
She snorted, drawing her finger around the entire El Yunque rainforest. “Somewhere in here.”
He chuckled. “You’re not wrong.” He pointed to a spot inside the rainforest. “This is where we parked the chopper, and this is where the shack was. When we had to escape, we headed north for a bit, then east.”
He moved his finger along the map as if he’d memorized their route the previous night. The one where she’d been running blindly through the jungle, praying to stay ahead of the assholes chasing them without dying or falling off a cliff.
He tilted his head, leaning closer to the map before nodding. “You slid down that embankment then into a river most likely around here…” Another trace of his finger across that map then he was grinning. Tapping the damn thing. “Considering we were swept along the river for a good fifteen to twenty minutes, and that the river went around a few bends — took us back toward the west side of the forest…”
Booker drew a circle on the map. “We should be somewhere inside this area, give or take.”
Callie stood there, staring at him, wondering if he’d lost his mind. “No freaking way you just sussed that out.” She started to pat down his clothes. “You used your phone, right? Some tracking app…”
Booker laughed, snagging her hands before shoving them behind her back as he pulled her against him. He gazed at her mouth, dipping in for one of his drugging kisses before easing back. Keeping her close. “There’s no signal up here. Pretty sure none of those texts we sent ever reached our contacts, and my phone died while replaying the message, remember? So, no. I didn’t use an app. Just common sense.”
“And a GPS shoved up your ass.”
“It was a requirement for being part of Flight Concepts.”
“I bet. So, assuming you’re right—”
“I’m right.”
“At least you’re not smug about it.”
“It’s part of my charm.”
