but can't seem to get enough of mine."
Her cheek burns with fire. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, opening and closing with each beautiful breath. "I'm gonna...oh...oh...," she cries out, and her eyes roll.
"That's my girl. And now we're ready, because I'm dying to pound you with everything I've got." I take my finger that was on her clit and slide it over her lips. She hungrily licks it.
"You're a dirty little surprise," I praise her then stick it in her mouth.
She sucks it, but it slips out of her mouth from her cries when I thrust into her harder.
I tug at her nipple and turn her chin, ravishing her mouth, as if it were her hot sex, faintly tasting her orgasm on her tongue.
I've never heard the sounds she makes when her walls spasm on my cock and her body quakes underneath mine. They're delicious pieces of heaven, and I'd pay money to hear them all day.
My name echoes over the river, and adrenaline rushes through my veins faster than the current. I hammer into her harder, an animal in heat, needing every last piece of her.
She never stops wailing in ecstasy. Her nails dig and scratch my thigh so deep, she draws blood. Trapped under my body, she squirms, basking in her pleasure.
I release into her, pulling her nipple harder, growling obscenities in French in her ear.
I collapse over her, sweating, panting, dizzy from the power she holds over me.
She relaxes her hand and opens her eyes.
I kiss her and go back to English. "We need to get ready to leave. Let's bathe first." I help her up and off the rock. "I'll grab the toiletries. Sit here for a minute. The water is moving fast. I don't want you in it by yourself."
"Okay," she breathlessly replies.
Her lips beckon me again, and this time, I kiss her deeply, slide my fingers to her clit, and make her come again.
She digs her nails into my shoulders and whimpers.
I groan and pull away. "Don't move." I get the bag and come back to her.
She takes my hand, and we wade in the water until it's up to her shoulders. I pull her into me, and she pretzels her limbs around my waist and shoulders. The cool water does nothing to stop the heat penetrating from her body to mine.
Her blue eyes turn serious. "Are you going to tell me the truth now?"
"I didn't expect you to be so stubborn when I rescued you."
"Stubborn?"
"Yeah."
"I didn't use to be."
"No? What changed?"
"I got tired of being a doormat."
I peck her on the lips. "That's a good reason to change."
"Tell me. What is wrong?"
"You're awfully demanding in the morning," I tease.
Her face hardens, and she tilts her head.
I swallow hard. "Gustave called."
"And?"
"He needs the documents Naomi had within forty-eight hours."
"Why?"
My gut flips. I brush the hair on her forehead behind her ear. I wish I could hide somewhere with her and spend a month exploring her body instead of dealing with reality. "He couldn't say over the phone, but it has to do with getting Louis to think we were testing his loyalty to the movement and that we aren't attempting to overthrow everything."
"If you need Naomi's papers, I can help you get them."
"I don't want you anywhere near this."
"It's not an option, though, is it?"
I turn my head away from her, anger and fear bubbling in my veins, hating I'm pulling her into this.
She grasps my chin and makes me look at her. "I'm not going to break."
"When are you going to stop telling me that? I've repeatedly told you I don't believe you will. This is a safety issue," I bark.
"Do you have any choice right now? If you don't get Gustave what he needs, is something bad going to happen?"
My mouth goes dry. "Yes."
Her eyes shine brighter. "Then I will help you. We will do it together."
I groan. "Why do I get the feeling you're excited about this?"
She bites her smile.
"This isn't a game, Emilia. The Global Leaders are dangerous. Naomi's information is a threat to them. They would kill you in a minute if they found you had it."
Her face falls. "I know it isn't a game. But I'm glad I get to help. It'll be the first important thing I've done my entire life."
"That isn't true."
"It is."
"You make a huge impact on those children you work with."
She rolls her eyes.
"I had a teacher when I was younger for language. It's the only way I learned English. It's one of my most