Page 126 of Javier

Anyone else would’ve thought of themselves. But not Javier. For reasons I couldn’t figure out at the moment, this made me mad as a March hare.

“You’re insane.” I smacked my hand on his soggy T-shirt. “I’m very angry with you.”

“Come again?” He drew back and cocked his eyebrows at me. “I thought you’d be relieved to be out of that hellish shower.”

“Iamrelieved.” Now that the worst was over, my brain was kicking in. “But you should’ve gotten out of the bathroom and called for help. What did you do instead?Youwent in there to getme.”

“I did that—”

“Because I’m your freaking job,” I snapped. “I know. I get it, but guess what? Nobody should die because of a stupid job, least of all you!”

“I didn’t do it because you’re my job.” He cupped my chin and smiled down at me, sending warmth racing across my skin. “I reckon you may know that by now.”

In my terror-fueled fury, I couldn’t even begin to process that.

“I wasn’t a total idiot,” he added. “I did improvise some protection.”

“Yeah, and it was brilliant, but it wasn’t foolproof, or snake proof, and you knew that. And still you went in that shower!”

“It’s okay, Angel.” He trailed his fingers over the side of my face. “It’s over.”

“Javier Guzman, you could’ve died!” I spat. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

He just smiled.

“And why are you grinning like that?” I demanded, shaking off his touch. “Do you find any of this funny?”

“Funny? No, not funny.” He leaned down and planted apeck on my lips.

“Then why the grin?”

“Because…” He hesitated.

“Spit it out!”

“Because you’re mad crazy furious.”

“And how’s that cause for celebration?”

“Perhaps it means that you might care an itsy-bitsy bit… for me?”

He didn’t let me respond to that. His lips dropped down to my mouth and his body enveloped mine. His kiss stole all my anger and transformed it into a firestorm of desire. Of course I cared for him. After seducing me in my dreams, surviving the last week, and after we’d shared our bodies so freely, how could he not know this?

I set out to show him with a vengeance.

I dropped the blanket and rubbed my naked self against his body, sucking at his lips, seeking out his tongue, gorging on this brave, amazing man who’d walked through a bunch of deadly snakes to rescue me.

It struck me then: the manfrommy dreams had become the manofmy dreams.

My kisses were desperate, panic turned to passion, want so strong that I needed him inside of me to be warm again, to cope with the terror, to remind me that, although he could have died, he was alive and so was I.

Desperate for him, I pulled his T-shirt over his head, tossed it aside, and brushed my fingers over his naked torso, kissing and licking his nipples, running my hands over his shoulders and down his muscular sides, before I dipped my fingers in his sweats and caressed his erection.

“Missy.” He groaned, his voice husky. “We need to—”

“Yes, I know, but right now, Allen is taking care of business and we can’t go yet.” I planted my hands on his chestand pushed back. “I need you badly. We’ll make it quick.”

He fell back on the bare mattress of his own accord. I crawled over and straddled him, already soaked between my legs, unashamedly so. In one swift movement, he grabbed my wrists and flipped me over, pinning me beneath his body. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held him there. Rocking his hips, he stroked my pussy with his rock-hard erection, sending shivers of pleasure bolting through my body.

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