Page 30 of Bad Rio

Chapter Thirteen

That night they madelove again, and again in the morning. Becca had always known she was a sensual woman, one who enjoyed her own body and harbored few inhibitions. Yet she’d never had a lover of Rio’s stamina, with such unwavering interest in her body, or so much tenderness.

The tenderness surprised her most of all.

Mr. Cool wasn’t cool beneath the sheets. She’d never known a lover who ran so hot—-from the temperature of his skin to his blazing eyes, to his sexy, whispered compliments.

Becca lay beside him on her back, breathing deeply after her last orgasm.Phew!

During the long hours of lovemaking, she hadn’t wanted to give much thought to their predicament, to the violent men hunting them. Now, Rio’s first words of the morning jerked her right out of her comfortable musing.

“Tonight, we have to move,” he said. Beneath the covers he placed his hand on her bare abdomen and gave it a little caress before standing up in all his nude glory. Like a golden mythic god, his broad shoulders tapered to narrow hips and strong buttocks. His skin was tanned all over, as though he sunbathed in the buff. Becca couldn’t look away. She’d never before seen a man so physically compelling, soperfect.

This incredible specimen of male animal was her lover? It was hard to believe. As she watched him stretch, raise his arms above his head and flex his shoulders, Becca felt herself grow warm. The heavy drag of her heartbeat thundered in her chest. Impossible, after the long hours of lovemaking, but she wanted him again.

As he dressed, obviously his mind was elsewhere.

Tamping down her sexual thoughts, she got up on one elbow. “We’re leaving?”

“Soon as it’s dark.” He pulled on pants and drew a shirt over his head. “Since they haven’t found a trail for us yet, those bastards out there will know that we’ve gone to ground. They’ll really concentrate on combing the area. This place is too dangerous to stick around any longer.”

“Where are we going?”

“I know a guy. He’ll fly us north to Nuevo Laredo, near the Texas border.”

“Okay.” That sounded good, getting closer to the U.S., closer to her home state of Texas. Closer to home. “So, why Nuevo Laredo? Do you have another, what did you call it, ahidey holethere?”

He smiled, revealing his dimple. “No, but I have friends along the border.”

“You’re so resourceful,” she said. “I bet you know a lot of fighting techniques and survival skills.”

“A fair amount.”

Beneath the quilts, she shivered. “I don’t like to think about that mountain lion. I was so scared.”

“Me, too.”

“I’ve never been taught any survival skills. Maybe I should take a class.”

He sat on the bed. “When confronted by danger, the most important thing to do is remain in control. Panic never helps. When you’re in trouble, you should adopt an offensive mindset. If you’re scared, the transition from defensive to offensive is essential.”

“Offensive mindset,” she said, thinking.

“And if you don’t have a weapon, keep your mind open to anything in your environment to use against an attacker.”

She cocked her head. “Like what?”

“Look around. See anything in here?”

She cast her gaze around the small room. “Just these quilts, your pack.”

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