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His lips were curved as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll make sure of that. Anything in particular you’re interested in trying?”
“Everything!” She barely managed to whisper that.
Case chuckled.
Nyx should be embarrassed, but she wasn’t. Not with him. She could share things with him that she would never dream of telling anyone else. It should be like that. After all, she was giving him her virginity. “What do you want to do to me? Have you thought about it?”
“From the first moment you sat with me.”
“And?”
“Are you trying to kill me?”
Blinking at the non sequitur, she frowned. “What?”
Moving the hand he held, Case placed it over his cock, just long enough for Nyx to feel he had an erection, and then he moved it back to his chest. “Just talking about this with you does this to me.”
“Since you’re already hard, answer my question. What were you fantasizing about, the first time we met?”
His voice was still quiet, but it was choked. “You used a straw to drink your limonada. All I could think about was that gorgeous mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.”
Her entire body flashed molten hot, and she found it difficult to draw a full breath. When she realized Case was tense, waiting for her response, she whispered, “Yeah, I’d like that, too. You’ll have to tell me what to do.”
“I’ll walk you through everything step by step if that’s what you want. Of course, if you feel compelled to experiment, I’m good with that, too.”
Nyx couldn’t find words.
“Anything you want, any way you want it. Think about that while I’m gone. Come up with a list, and when we’re back in Trujillo, we’ll do it all. Everything.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.” He kissed her to seal the vow.
Chapter 27
Case’s stomach churned. Nyx’s expression as she stood in the doorway, watching him leave, haunted him. Her brave face. It got to him. Made him want to keep her safe and secure so that she never had to wear it again. And it made him wonder how she learned to adopt that look.
There were six men on the boat with him, but no one was talking. The motor was loud, making a sputtering noise that suggested it needed maintenance, and they’d have to yell to be heard over the noise. Case didn’t want to have a conversation, anyway.
His Fireball said her dad was Special Forces. Maybe she put on her brave face whenever he left to keep him from worrying about her while he was out on an op. He could see that. Nyx took things on herself. She didn’t like to rely on others, that was clear from the beginning, but she had looked to him for help. Case liked being the exception to her usual behavior.
That brought up thoughts of being her first lover, and he forcibly pushed them away. There wasn’t time now to fantasize. There was only getting to the captain, arranging a rescue for Nyx, and executing it.
Reaching the safe house wasn’t going to be easy. The rebels weren’t about to allow him to roam free. He’d have to lose them. The evasive maneuvers he would need to perform were going to border on the ridiculous, but he couldn’t risk his team by half-assing the precautions. It might get him to the captain sooner, but it would ultimately slow down the rescue if they had to move positions.
If he had his phone, he could message for a check-in somewhere.
The boat engine choked, stopped, and then resumed. Case scowled. Couldn’t Ramirez spare some funds to upgrade or maintain his engines? If they ended up floating on the river, it would cut into the time he had to get Nyx to safety.
It seemed to take forever before they neared Trujillo. The port was a mix of modern and rundown. The ships moving supplies and produce were allowed to dock in the newer section. A small boat like theirs got the old part. The area where the dockside buildings were wooden posts with rusting metal roofs.
As soon as they were tied off, Case started to move and got a pistol pointed at him. He froze and raised his hands. “Your colonel wants the weapons, and he gave me three days. I need to talk to people. I need to get a new phone. I need to avoid the Russians, Vargas’s men, Torres’s men, and a slew of others. I don’t have time to waste.”
“Three days is plenty of time.”
“Easy for you to say. That’s not your woman imprisoned in a hut.” The man was in his forties, old enough to have a family. “How would you react if it were your wife?”
He lowered the pistol and Case clambered onto the dock. Trujillo might not be the size of Rio Blanco, the nation’s capital, but it was the largest city in the south part of Puerto Jardin and the river was the major thoroughfare from many of the small villages. The docks were teeming. As soon as he was on the pier, he used the crowd to his advantage, disappearing into the throng and making tracks away from his captors.