Page 41 of Depths of Destruction
"You said you would wear me out," I tease her.
She blushes then crawls on my chest and kisses me.
I cup her ass and palm her head.
Every kiss she gives me is sunshine. Warm. Bright. Invigorating.
The morning is barely light. While I would love to go another round this morning, the longer we stay in Belize, the more danger Naomi is in. "We need to get moving."
"Can I wash up first?"
"Yep."
We clean up in the river, and I rip open a pack of military rations. It's a highly concentrated energy bar of macros. I tear a piece off for her and me.
"I'll find something better for dinner tonight."
She beams as she strokes my cheek. "Aww. Aren't you sweet? You're going to take me to the first five-star restaurant we see?"
I chuckle, "Something like that."
She smirks. "Okay, Rambo."
"Still not sure how to take your nickname," I tell her.
She leans in. "I always thought Rambo was pretty sexy."
"But I'm sexier, right?"
"Definitely." She winks and takes a bite of her breakfast.
We finish before getting back in the tube. She lays across my body, and I palm her ass. "This rescue mission has so many perks."
She raises her eyebrows. "You don't rescue women and have hot jungle sex all the time?"
"Nope. But glad you agree the sex is hot."
She blushes.
She's so damn sexy and doesn't even know it.
I kiss her forehead. "Relax and enjoy the ride."
For several hours we ride down the river, quietly talking about different things and learning more about each other. The glimpse of the person she is makes me want her more.
I had never heard of Naomi Salazar before I arrived in Belize. But it's clear she's become a well-known journalist and developed a career not many people have been able to accomplish.
"Why did you become a reporter?"
"Something about the truth always intrigued me. I love discovering what's hidden so injustices can be corrected."
"So, it's your way of making a difference?"
"I suppose so."
"It's your form of adrenaline, then?"
She softly laughs, "I guess that's one way to look at it."
