Page 20 of Stains of Desire

I want to suck her tits so hard, she digs her claws into me like a wild animal.

These thoughts aren't helping me do my job.

I glance at her legs, which go for days and make me want to lick every inch.

They would pretzel around my hips perfectly.

Those thighs. I groan inside. If I sucked that sweet pussy of hers, I bet she would squeeze those succulent thighs against my cheeks.

Yep. I bet she would thrust her hips in my face, begging me with that sexy mouth of hers.

What's happening to me? I'm in the middle of the jungle on a rescue mission.

My dick pulses hard, interrupting my attempt to get back to my survival thoughts I usually have when I rescue anyone. But it's impossible. My visions are totally indecent and I can't seem to turn them off.

Focus.

I glance at her backside. The entire back of her body and hands are full of dirt, but her face and hair look clean, like she washed them today.

I've rescued people from dirt pits before. Their faces are typically covered in grime. Penelope looks like she's ready for a magazine shoot, minus the dirt on her. And she smells good. She should stink, but she smells like fresh soap.

Maybe it's the mixture of her perfect posture, muddy skin, clean smell, and the heat and noise of the jungle, but my inappropriate thoughts won't stop spinning. Something about a woman who's as classy as I'm sure she is, covered in dirt, riles up my inner beast.

Get her out of here. Stop thinking with your cock.

If it wasn't so hard right now, it would be a lot easier.

We don't get far before she whimpers in pain and hops on her foot.

I glance down and realize she's barefoot.

This is what happens when I think with my dick. Now she's hurt.

I scoop her up in my arms.

She gasps.

"Shh," I warn her, afraid she's going to talk. The smell of fresh shampoo wafts into my nostrils.

Am I imagining things?

I lean down to her ear and murmur, "Ma'am, are you okay?"

Her gorgeous green eyes glance up at me, and my heart beats faster. "Mm-hmm."

Why did Santiago capture her?

"It's best if you lean into me and cover your face. There's a lot of brush."

She shudders.

I freeze for a moment, thinking she's scared. "Ma'am. Are you sure you're okay? I'm not going to hurt you."

"Mm-hmm." She slides her hands up my chest then around my neck, and a force field of electricity zings through my chest. Then she puts her face in the curve of my neck. Her lips brush against my beating pulse, and it increases the voltage already thrumming through me.

Keep moving.

I palm her head to give her further protection and we get through the thick foliage. Her hair is softer than I imagined. When we get to the Jeep, I set her in the back seat and my fingers trail over her legs. I grunt. I don't mean to, but it comes out.