around the next curve they came across what was clearly the bathroom tent, beneath a tall tree. The tent was nothing more than four six-foot high poles attached at the top and set in a square shape with white shower curtains hanging between them. A wooden plaque with the word Vacant painted in bold red letters was propped at the base of the tree.
Brett looked down at her, his impatience somewhat tempered by curiosity as to how she’d react. “Well, princess?”
She drew a deep, bracing breath, then squared her shoulders. “I’m not going to be beaten by a square of shower curtains. When in ancient Incan territory, do as the ancient Incans did. I’m going in.”
“Atta girl. Except, the ancient Incans didn’t have plastic shower curtains.”
“Well, see that? I’m feeling lucky already.” She cast a quick look around. “Keep an eye out for bears, okay?”
“Sure. Wildcats and snakes, too.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Not helping.”
“Sorry. I’ll keep guard.” His lips twitched. “While I remain standing up to take care of business over there.” He nodded toward a nearby group of tall bushes.
“Again, not helping.” After another scan of the surroundings clearly satisfied her that nothing harmful lurked, she handed him her bundle of clothes, raised her chin then marched toward the tent, looking like a solider heading into battle.
Chuckling softly, he moved a discreet distance away toward the tall bushes, his amusement increasing when she turned over the wooden sign so that it that read Occupied and rested it against the tree trunk. Five minutes later she emerged, then rinsed her hands from the bucket of water Paolo had provided.
“You okay?” he asked, joining her and rinsing his own hands.
“I survived. I’ll certainly never take indoor plumbing for granted again. Nor will I ever complain about Porta Potties.”
“See? It’s all in your perspective. Sort of like the man who complained about his shoes hurting-until he met a man who
She looked up at him, brushing her hands dry against her shorts, and Brett stilled at her serious expression. A long look passed between them, then something flickered in her eyes. Confusion? He couldn’t tell. Then, with a slight frown pulling down her brows, she reached up and rested her palms against his chest. “My perspective is changing,” she said softly. “Rapidly.”
Keeping his gaze on hers, he covered her hands with his, pressing her palms tighter against him, knowing she’d feel the quickening beat of his heart. “Changing in what way?”
She shook her head. “I don’t think I can explain it. I just know I feel…different here. Weird as it sounds, I can feel myself, my ideas, changing.” Her gaze searched his, looking for what, he didn’t know. “Maybe it’s all my gears shifting, getting back into balance.”
“Which is good-getting back into balance is why you came here. Me, too.”
Again, something flickered in her eyes, something that curiously almost looked like guilt, but was gone before he could tell.
“Maybe this place really is mystical,” she said softly. “Magical.”
Mystical? Magical? His scientific nature rejected the idea. Yet, he couldn’t deny he felt different here as well. As if she’d cast a spell on him. One that needed satisfying. Right now.
He drew her closer and kissed her, the way he’d been aching to the entire day. She rose on her toes, wrapped her arms around his neck and parted her lips. His tongue mated with hers, slowly exploring the delicious warm satin of her mouth. Fire licked under his skin, and his arms tightened around her, pressing her warm softness closer against his aching hardness. She opened her mouth wider beneath his, and he groaned, lost in a haze of lust.
The sound of distant laughter roused him and he slowly raised his head. Kayla looked as glazed as he felt.
“Are you as frustrated as I am by our lack of privacy?” she asked, rubbing her breasts against his chest.
He huffed out a humorless sound and curved his hands over her lush bottom, hauling her tighter against his aching erection. “Do you even need to ask? But the good news is that according to Alberto, privacy is just a short walk away. Everyone gets their own private bathing area and ours is down that path.” He pointed to the right.
“Then what the heck are we standing here for?”
“Damned if I know.” He snatched up the bucket which he’d stuffed with their towels and clothes, grabbed her hand, and headed quickly toward the path near the big rock. “You distracted me with that kiss.”
“Is that a complaint?”
He smiled and quickened his pace. “Hell, no.”
“Hmmm…Methinks you’re just easily distracted.”
“Actually, I’m not. Ask anyone I work with-they’ll tell you I’m the least distractible person in the lab.”
“So it’s only when you’re not wearing your goggles and lab coat that you can be led astray.”
“I don’t think it has anything to do with what I’m wearing, but who I’m with.
“Another complaint?”
“Actually, I meant it as a compliment.”
“In that case, you’ve scored a few more points for originality.”
He grinned. “Always happy to score.”
The path narrowed, twisting and turning for several minutes, the sound of the rushing river water growing louder with each step. After one last curve, it ended at a small indent in the river bank encircled by trees and dense shrubbery. A large rock, nearly waist-high, provided a natural fence of sorts, setting the tiny cove farther apart from its surroundings. On the opposite shore, a waterfall cascaded over a cliff, spraying silvery droplets which glistened in the waning sunlight.
“Beautiful,” she murmured.
“Beautiful,” he agreed. He dropped the bucket and towel and hauled her into his arms. “Alone at last,” he muttered, then covered her mouth with his. She parted her lips, inviting him to explore, while her hands went straight to the button on his shorts-and the control he’d been forced to maintain all day snapped like a dry twig.
Lips clinging, tongues dancing, breaths panting, they tugged on each other’s clothes, clumsy desperate fumblings interspersed with moans of pleasure and grunts of frustration. With tunnel-vision determination, he unfastened her shorts, then pushed them and her panties down her legs and helped her kick them off. He insinuated his knee between her thighs, spreading them, then curled his hand over her mound, his fingers sliding over her sex, groaning when he found her already drenched.
“God, you’re so wet,” he said, scraping his teeth along her arched neck.
“That can’t be a surprise-this whole damn day has felt like foreplay.”
He couldn’t agree more. Every time they’d touched, every brush of their hands, each time they’d looked at each other, had notched up his anticipation.
“Hard and fast okay with you?” she asked in a tight voice, moving against his hand.
“Hell, yes. How hard and fast?”
“Give me all you’ve got. There’s a condom in my shorts’ pocket.”
“I have one.”
“Thank God. Putting it on now would be good.” She yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it aside and he quickly unfastened his shorts and pushed them and his boxers over his hips. His erection sprang free and while he ripped open the condom, she peeled off her T-shirt and bra. The instant he was sheathed, he dropped to his knees, dragging her down with him. Desperation clawed at him, his own fueled higher by hers. He settled back on his haunches and she straddled him, taking him into her tight, wet heat in a single silky downward slide.
Raw need scraped along his nerves, and gripping her hips, he gave her what she wanted, what they both wanted. Hard, fast thrusts that beaded sweat on his brow and narrowed his entire focus to the place where their bodies joined. She arched her back and he leaned forward, drawing her nipple into his mouth. The scent of her arousal invaded his senses and he quickened his thrusts, bringing them both to the brink. With a ragged groan, she fell over, her body gripping him, grinding against him. The sensation sent him over the edge, and with a final thrust, he came, dropping his head in the warm curve where her shoulder and neck joined, as the jolts of pleasure shuddered through him.
