Page 42 of Depths of Destruction
"Is it fair to say most Belizeans would recognize you?"
"Highly probable."
I need to get her out of this country.
The current slows, and it's pointless to stay in the tube.
"Looks like we're walking from here."
"I'm going to get out of my wet suit," she says.
I cross my arms and wiggle my eyebrows.
"Are you a perv, too?"
"Yep."
She slowly releases the strings of her top then tosses it to me before repeating the same with her bottoms. Every move she makes, I focus on, trying not to drool while staring at the fullness of her naked breasts, while her nipples begin to pebble.
She smirks. "Are you going to just stare at me?"
My eyes travel to her waist. I swallow the thick knot forming in my throat. "Can't blame me, can you?"
She bites a smile and holds her hand out.
I give her her clothes, and she puts them on, then says, "Your turn."
"My turn?"
"Mmhhmm."
Fair is fair.
I remove my underwear.
She checks me out then saunters behind me and slaps my ass.
I'm tempted to turn around, remove her clothes, and fuck her up against the tree, but I restrain myself, knowing we need to get moving.
Her fingers grip my shoulders. She kisses my back, and lightning bolts shoot through my skin. "Okay. You can put your clothes on now."
"You sure?"
Great, I'm hard again.
She drags her finger down my back and pats my ass. "Yep."
If only there were more time.
I put my clothes on and glance at the compass on my watch to make sure we are heading in the right direction. We walk for several hours, taking short breaks from time to time. The river is curvy. I debate whether we should follow it or continue south. I don't have a map or know Belize well.
"Why are we stopping?" Naomi asks.
"I'm debating."
"About?"
"I don't know what river we are on. Do you?"
