Part 27 (1/2)

He leaned forward to press his lips against her breast, his tongue teasing her nipple. ”I did notice, yes. I've got

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clothes in a waterproof bag so we can get out of the river and be dry.”

”Isn't it daylight? Someone might see us.”

”Most people along the river aren't going to care whether we have clothes on or not.” He drew her breast into the warmth of his mouth, his hands moving over her body with possession, with desire. He pressed a kiss against her throat, her chin, the corner of her mouth. ”Let's get you home. I have a bathtub.” He turned off the lamp, plunging the cave into darkness.

”No, you don't. I looked for a bathtub.” She found his hand. ”You're trying to bribe me and it isn't going to work.”

”You didn't look in the right places. I have a tub I fill with hot water when I want to soak an injury. Most of the time I use the cold shower, but I've got a tub.”

The water swirled around her ankles, rose to her calf. ”My brother did things, bad things, Rio.” There in the blackness, underground where no one could overhear them, she confessed. ”I can't go to the police because they'd arrest him. I'd never do that to him. I love nun. So I had no choice but to leave.”

He recognized the enormity of her confidence in him. He slipped his arm around her waist ”What kinds of bad things, Rachael?”

She shook her head, the silken curls brus.h.i.+ng against his bare skin. ”Don't ask me anything more about him. If it wasn't for him, I would have been dead a long time ago. I owe him so much. You have no idea what we went through. I'm not going to betray him. I can't.” She took a breath. ”I'm not lying about the elders, Rio. I don't have any elders that I know of, alive or dead, to issue a death sentence for an imaginary indiscretion. I would tell you if there were.”

”I believe you, sestrilla.” He touched her to let her know they had to go under the water and swim through the narrow tube. He went first, trying to figure out what she could have done to make her brother want her dead. Especially when she obviously loved him. He heard it in her 210.

voice. The smoldering anger of his kind, always so dangerous and unpredictable, swirled in his belly as he swam. It didn't make sense that the man didn't love her back. Who wouldn't love Rachael?

They broke the surface together, just under the falls, hoping the water would screen them from sight should anyone be close by. Rio went back under to secure the heavy mesh over the tube. Rachael waited, staring at the opposite bank through the pouring water of the falls, subconsciously counting to herself until Rio emerged beside her. She put her arms around his neck and pressed her body close to his. ”I should never have told you.”

”You can tell me anything. I told you about my mother.”

She kissed his throat, trailed little kisses up his jaw. ”And I still think your elders stink. They didn't recognize how courageous you were in going to them and admitting what you'd done.”

”It wasn't courage. It was what she taught me. I chose to do something and I had to take the consequences. It was her rule and one I respected.” The joy burst thrpugh him like a rainbow of colors. Rachael had a way of making him feel worthwhile. Feel like someone special and amazing. He tied the rope around her waist and waded out into the fast-moving current. ”We have to swim to sh.o.r.e. The current will take us a bit downstream but we have to angle for the other side of the river.”

She nodded to show him she understood. This time when she put her foot down in the water, she could rest her weight briefly on it. It was a good sign that she was finally healing. She had taken a close look at it in the cave and there would definitely be scarring, but at least she had the leg.

They were swept downriver even as they swam strongly toward sh.o.r.e. Rio reeled her in close to him and fought his way to the sh.o.r.e, dragging her along. He managed to catch a low-hanging branch and easily pulled himself up onto it, lifting her out of the water with his incredible strength.

Rachael clung to the tree branch, her feet still dangling

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in the water. The bark was rough on her bare skin and for some reason she was suddenly self-conscious of her nakedness. She looked around and saw only monkeys staring at her.

”If I get a leech on me, even one, I'm going to be upset,” she promised. ”And make those monkeys stop staring. They're making me feel naked,”

”You are naked.” He laughed as he pulled her completely from the water, holding her close to his body, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s mashed against his chest. ”And you're ruining the romantic ambience.”

Her eyebrow nearly reached her hairline. ”Romantic ambience? What are you going on about?”

”I hardly think leeches should enter into a romantic walk through the forest, especially when your body is incredible s.e.xy and bare at the moment.” He cradled her in his arms and leapt to the ground, landing softly.

She circled bis neck with her arms and looked up into the trees. It seemed as if a thousand eyes were staring at them. ”Rio. The monkeys really are,staring.”

On the riverbank they were much more exposed. She had spent the last two weeks in a small house in the forest, beneath*a heavy canopy. Her only relief had been an underground cavern. The rain began, a soft steady drizzle that washed the river water from thek skin as he carried her through the bogs and swamp to the edge of the forest. The wind touched their faces, flitted playfully through the leaves in the trees. All the while the gibbons, macaques, an orangutan and various species of birds watched them.

”I'm not making it up. They're staring.”

”They should be staring. I'm about to show them how good certain things in life are.” There, was wicked amus.e.m.e.nt in his voice. And something else-a note that rasped over her skin and sent heat spiraling through her body.

”I don't think so, you pervert. We are not putting on a show for those voyeurs.”

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burned with desire, hunger, even as she could see the teasing challenge in his expression.

”Next you're going to be telling me some strange story about how you go into heat and need a female.”