Wild Rain (32 page)

Rio lay awake long after Rachael had gone to sleep. Fear choked him, nearly suffocated him. When had she become so damned essential to breathing? How had she managed to invade his life and wrap herself around his heart? He couldn’t imagine his life without her. She was so warm and soft and perfect. He had memories of warm and soft and perfect and those memories turned into nightmares of blood and death and rage.

He wanted this to be his life. Rachael—her laughter, her courage, her moods and shifts of temper. Lovemaking as sweet and tender as he could make it or a fierce need that could only be assuaged with a wild mating.

Her breast was a temptation he couldn’t ignore. He flicked her nipple with his tongue, then sucked the creamy mound into his mouth. It seemed a miracle to be able to lie with her, suckling her breast when he wanted, sliding his hand over her body to dip his finger deep inside of her. Even in her sleep she was responsive. Clenching her muscles around him, shifting to arch into his mouth deeper. She smiled, murmured something incoherent and tunneled her fingers in his hair. She slept like that, her body wet with wanting him, his mouth on her breast and his hand cupping her tight curls possessively, while her fingers were buried in his hair.

Rio woke to the feel of Rachael’s tongue lapping at his morning erection. Her mouth was hot and teasing, her tongue playing over him, her teeth sliding gently, wickedly. For a moment she sucked him deep into her throat and he groaned, lifting his hips, helpless in her thrall. His eyes weren’t even open and she was cupping his balls; he was already rock hard with her ministrations. He lifted his lashes to watch her. She looked like a contented cat, pleased and stimulated, her silken hair tumbling in curls around her face. She knelt between his legs, her beautiful derriere raised and keeping time with the lapping of her tongue. Her breasts were full, nipples erect. He watched his body slide in and out of her mouth, glistening wet, growing thicker and harder as he began to thrust forward and withdraw. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He meant to say it, but the words came out somewhere between a groan and a husky whisper. She did things with her tongue and teeth and her sinful mouth that drove him out of his mind.

She pulled her hot mouth away and replaced it with something cold and wet and sticky. Rachael smiled as she teased him with a ripe mango fruit, sliding it over and around him, thoroughly dripping the nectar over his bulging erection. He didn’t think he could get any harder or thicker, but she managed it. “Good morning. I thought you could use breakfast.” She handed him the fruit and went back to licking, this time teasing with her tongue as she tried to retrieve every drop of juice.

Rio stared at her dumbly, shocked to find the mango in his palm. He lay back and took a bite of the juicy exotic fruit. It ran down his chin but he was too caught up in watching Rachael enjoying herself. There couldn’t be another woman like her on the face of the earth. He found everything about her sexy, especially the way she enjoyed his body. She was proprietarial about it, as if his body belonged to her and she could do whatever she wanted. And right now she wanted to sit astride him.

Rachael didn’t wait. Rio had suckled her breast on and off while she dozed, had pushed his fingers deep inside of her, keeping her wet and on edge and in need. He could do something about it now that he was awake. She’d been patient enough. She knelt over him and slowly lowered herself over his burgeoning penis.

He gasped as he felt his body push its way into hers. She was tight and hot and slick all at the same time. She wanted control and he gave it to her, eating the mango she’d given him while she began a slow, sensual ride. Her breasts jiggled with invitation as she picked up her rhythm, sliding up and down him with obvious relish. He dripped some of the juice over her breast, watched it run over the swell to the tip of her nipple. He leaned forward and caught it lazily with his tongue. His body was on sweet fire, and if she wanted to play he could oblige.

She opened her mouth. Rio fed her a bite, watched her chew as her body slid over his. Rubbed his with heat and fire. She licked his finger, her tongue curling around him in a sexy, explicit manner. He closed his eyes and groaned. He couldn’t take much more. She seemed in no hurry, simply pleasuring herself and him at a leisurely pace. The pressure started slow, he didn’t even notice it at first, but then it began to lick at his skin, tighten his muscles and put every cell in his body on alert.

He tried to thrust upward to meet her body, but she glared at him and he stopped. A flush spread over her skin until she glowed. Her breath came in small gasps and her nipples tightened. She reached almost blindly for Rio’s hands. He had enough sense to take the last bite of mango and catch her, bracing her while she rode hard, grinding against him, bringing both of their bodies to a fever pitch. He met the rhythm of her ride, thrusting into her, bringing the last exquisite peak to them. They finished together, a whirlwind of pounding blood and rockets.

Rachael laughed happily and leaned forward to lick the juice from his chin. “You’re a sticky mess. Luckily we have the tub still here.”

“With cold water,” he felt compelled to point out.

Her smile widened into a mischievous grin. “Well, I did heat it up a bit while you slept. It wasn’t that difficult.”

“You heated up bathwater for me? And I slept right through it? I never do that. I wake up at the slightest sound. You’re ruining me, woman.” No one had ever heated up bathwater for him. It was a tedious task. It had to be done on the gas stove if the fireplace wasn’t lit. She had obviously spent a great deal of time on the task. Happiness burst through him like the sun rising.

“I hope I’m ruining you. What a marvelous concept.” She collapsed, lying partially on top of him, her soft breasts mashed against his chest. He could feel her there, a part of him, taking over his heart and lungs, even his life, until he couldn’t breathe without her. “Are you going to tell me what happened, Rio?” Her fingertips brushed at his hair, slid over his face, made every muscle in his stomach clench tightly. Her voice was very gentle. Her eyes too compassionate.

Rio tried a casual shrug. “It was a mission, just like every other.” He didn’t want to talk about it. He didn’t want her to ever see him the way the elders had. Stripped naked of all pride. Vulnerable. His life in their hands. Their disgust. Their betrayal,—or maybe it was his. He honestly didn’t know.

“Not like every other,” Rachael persisted. “What was different about this one?”

He wanted to push her away. He wanted to shift shape and run free in the forest. The urge was on him wild and strong, a rush of fur rippling as his muscles contracted, crackled and snapped.

“Oh no you don’t,” Rachael flung her arms around him. “You stay with me. I’m not about to let you escape. This is too important.”

It was ludicrous to think she could hold him. His strength was enormous, but she was looking at him with her large, liquid eyes and he couldn’t bear to break her heart. Better his than hers. He tried to shrug casually, difficult when she was clinging like a monkey. “Joshua told me Drake was shot. I tried to get information, couldn’t raise anyone on the radio. Two men tried to ambush Joshua and I had no choice other than to take them out.” He looked away from her. She saw too damned much with those eyes of hers. “I killed them.”

She said nothing, but her hand slipped into his.

“I had to get Joshua across the river and back to the village where there was medical help. I field dressed his wounds, but he lost too much blood and needed immediate attention.”

“What happened?” She knew there was far more to the story than the bare bones he was giving her.

“Tomas and his men caught us at the river. I’d left Josh in a tree, hoping to get him across before Tomas caught up with us. I didn’t want to take the chance with his open wounds in the river. If I stumbled, he could get a major infection.” A ghost of a smile crossed his face. “Unfortunately, I didn’t have any of Tama’s famous green gunk to smear on him.”

“So you left him in the tree and went to do what?”

“I have a pulley and sling I sometimes use for the cats, especially if the current is strong. I went to retrieve it, but Tomas snowed up. I winged a couple of his men, forcing him to get them medical aid.”

“But he left someone behind.”

Rio sat up and pushed his hands through his dark hair. “A bath sounds good.”

She took his hand and tugged. “Come on then. Get in and I’ll wash you, like you did me. It felt delicious.”

Rio stretched and padded across to the small closet that passed for the bathroom. He wasn’t going to tell Rachael he preferred the jungle. After his performance at dawn, she very well might think him entirely uncivilized. Rachael was making him coffee when he returned.

“You’re spoiling me.”

“I hope so.” She frowned at the marks on his body. “Leeches? Did those nasty little things manage to get on you again?”

“I was laying in the bog, wailing for my shot. They go for body heat.”

She grinned at him and pushed him toward the tub. “Well, we both know you have plenty of heat.”

He sank into the steaming water. Her hands went to his shoulders, soapy, sliding as she massaged the aches away. “Tell me what happened to upset you, Rio.”

She was standing behind him, her hands wielding magic on his sore muscles. It was far easier to talk about it when he wasn’t facing her. “I took him to the village. It was a long, difficult journey lugging Josh. Half the time I was afraid he was dead and the other half I knew I was hurting him. I didn’t have time to change into clothes so I had to go through the shrubbery bare.”

“That’s where all the scratches and cuts came from. Why did you shift?” She kept her voice curious, careful not to sound judgmental or accusing.

“To get back across the river before the man left behind spotted Joshua.”

Rachael kept kneading the tight muscles in his shoulders. He had made a third kill and wounded others. It had been a bad night. She remained silent, leaning down to brush a kiss on the top of his head.

“I don’t know what happened, Rachael. I guess I was tired. I don’t care what the elders think of me. I knowingly broke our rules. I accepted the consequences. I live with the banishment and it’s never made me feel less of a human being.”

Her hands stilled on his shoulders. Something frightening bubbled in the pit of her stomach. “You carried Josh home and they said something mean to you?”

“They don’t speak to me. They don’t look at me. I’m dead to them. If they happen to look my way, they look through me. If I spoke, if I had tried to tell them what happened to Joshua, they wouldn’t have heard me.”

“Those bloody bastards,” she hissed.

Her swearing startled him. Not just her swearing but her choice of expletives. “That doesn’t sound like South America to me.” He turned his head to look at her, a small grin on his face because she could take the sting of the elders’ rejection away with a few choice words.

“I went to school for a year in England. You’d be surprised the things you pick up,” she said and rubbed shampoo into his hair with a little too much vigor. “I’d like to have the chance to meet these wise elders of yours. Greedy little vultures with their hands out and you doing the risky jobs. What about the men you work with?”

If she rubbed any harder she was going to take his scalp off. “Most of them live away from the village and of course we talk. You saw Drake. It’s better for them if they don’t advertise we’re friendly because technically they’re breaking the rules. I guess if the elders can’t see it, they don’t mind it.”

“Sanctimonious bastards.”

He caught her wrist gently. “I’m going bald, sestrilla. I can’t afford the hair loss. I have a woman now and she’s very edgy about certain things.”

She smacked the top of his head with the flat of her hand. Soap bubbles flew everywhere, making her laugh. “I’m not in the least edgy. It’s just that these idiot elders...”

“Wise elders,” he corrected and hastily ducked under the water before she could smack him again. He stayed low while she massaged the soap out of his hair. When he came up she made a sound of complete disgust.

“I don’t know who gave them that title. Most likely they did. In any case, are you telling me that you hauled that man through miles of forest and those men didn’t even say thank you?”

“Normally it doesn’t bother me. It really doesn’t. But standing there with Joshua’s blood all over me and my feet hurting like a son of a gun, I felt like a kid again. I felt ashamed of my actions, my lack of control, the terrible thing inside of me that won’t forgive the one who killed my mother. And I wasn’t certain I could forgive them, and still don’t know if I have. Not one of them said they were sorry for her death. I felt like I mourned her alone. I felt rage and I felt shame. Damn it, Rachael, I hated that.”

“They’re the ones who should be ashamed with their no forgiveness.” There was a fierce, protective instinct welling up in her. “They don’t know the difference between good and evil. They aren’t very wise.”

“And you do?” He lifted an eyebrow at her.

Outside the birds shrieked and several monkeys screamed a warning. Rio stood up, the water pouring off of him. He turned his head alertly toward the door, taking the towel she handed him. “You need clothes on, Rachael,” Rio said. “Company’s coming and coming fast.”

“I thought you said I didn’t need clothes and I had to get over my civilized inhibited ways.”

Her voice teased his senses, whispered over his skin like a silken glove. She made life worth living. He caught her hair gently, tugged her head to him and fastened his mouth to hers. He was instantly, ravenously hungry all over again. “You’re killing me, sestrilla, I’m not going to survive. I don’t think I have the stamina.”

She laughed softly and flung her arms around him, holding him to her as if he were the most precious thing in the world. She peppered kisses all over his face. “You do just fine. I need to start cooking for you, build up your strength.”

He couldn’t stop his roving hands from sliding down her back, shaping the curve of her hip, cupping her bare buttocks. Rio allowed himself the luxury of burying his face against her soft throat. Love filled him up, burst out of him, a tide he couldn’t stem, but he couldn’t find the words to say it without choking. He held her, feeling her alive and warm and real in his arms. “Damn it, Rachael.” His voice was gruff as he pushed her way, holding her at arm’s length. “You’re turning me into a poodle.”