compete with the dripping water down the cavern walls.
When I finally get to her sex, she's gripping my hair and begs me in Spanish, "Please, oh God. Please!"
To tease her some more, I wrap her legs around my shoulders then kiss her inner thighs, her mound, the spot where her legs curve into her womanhood...everywhere but where she wants me so I can savor her and listen to her plead some more in her singsong voice, I've never been able to get enough of.
Her sweet scent stirs my core, and I inhale deeper, taking every part of her in me I can. When I finally swipe my tongue on her wet folds, she writhes on the rock and squeezes my neck with her thighs.
Her cries become louder, words echoing and merge with new ones that fly out of her mouth until she trembles so hard, her voice falters, and eyes roll.
But I don't release her. I kiss her smooth skin, allowing her to catch her breath then feast on her some more.
When she's soared several times, and my body is aching to the point I can’t handle it anymore, I pounce upward, sliding into her as she's still coming down.
"Oh," she screams.
I groan as her body becomes a glorious sheath over mine.
I place my forearms on the rock, next to her body, then ravish her mouth.
Her hands never leave my head. At times she tugs my hair. At others, she presses her fingers. Either way, I love every second of it and wish I permanently could bottle up her desire for me.
I don't take my time, pounding into her as she yells to go faster and harder.
When her mouth forms an O, I stare at her, at the peak of my heat, watching her spiral one last time before I do, in awe of her raw beauty.
That’s what Zoe Diego is—a rare, magnificent woman who no one else can hold a candle to. Her light is bright, it’s powerful, and as she’s proven through all the evil she’s been through, no matter what happens to her no one will ever dim it.
In our aftermath, we sink back into the water, holding each other tight, murmuring our adorations, and still not able to keep our mouths off the other.
Our underground oasis turns dark. "We need to get back," I tell her.
She nods and kisses me some more. "I want to stay here forever."
"Someday, we'll come back."
Something crosses in her eyes. “I hope so.”
We swim to the ledge, put our clothes on, and climb out of the water hole. As soon as we get in the car, she turns. "Thanks for taking me."
I stroke her cheek. "I'm glad we stopped."
We only drive a little ways before we get to Tinker's friends in Valladolid. It's late at night and dark everywhere.
"Is anyone here? It looks empty," Zoe asks.
I pick up the burner and call the number Tinker gave me.
He answers.
"Sorry, did I wake you?"
"Yes, but come in," he says.
A light turns on, and we go inside the house.
He's a medium-sized man, half bald, and his voice sounds like he smokes cigars. A white sleeveless undershirt stretches over his beer belly, and he's only wearing underwear. He sticks out his hand. "Clayton Shepard."
"Dirk Zamora and this is—"
"Well, I'll be damned if it isn't Zoe Diego standing in my living room."
I protectively pull her into me. "No one can know she's here."
His eyes travel from head to toe over Zoe, and I have the urge to punch him.
Who the hell did Tinker send us to?
"You can get passports, correct?" I ask.
He doesn't break his gaze from Zoe. "Yep."
She sticks her hand out. "Nice to meet you. Thank you for helping us."
He takes her hand, kisses it, but doesn't let go right away.
"What's the procedure for the passports?"
He seems to remember I'm still in the room. "Pictures." He points to a wall. Stand over there, and I'll take them now.
Zoe puts in her contacts, and we move to the white space.
He snaps one picture of me and a few different pictures of Zoe.
Anger flares through my bones. I growl, "Why are you taking extra pictures of her?"
"Need to get the right angle. Her orange hair is throwing the light of the camera off."
"Take your pick of whatever picture you're using, and then delete the others."
"Sure." He snaps another photo.
I step in front of Zoe. "Pick one. Now."
"Settle down, don't go all macho on me."
I move toward him. "Show me which one you're using."