Bad Behaviour. Kristin Hardy
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got kids.”
“I drive like I’ve got a vehicle that can barely stay running,” he corrected.
“It is kind of shaky.”
“These old Bugs are like that.” They’d rented a rust-dappled blue Volkswagen that looked as if it had done more than its time on the roads. And sounded it.
“Eighty kilometers an hour,” Delaney read off the road sign. “How fast is that in American?”
Dom thought. “About fifty.” He reached out to slide a hand down her thigh.
“Careful. You don’t want to get a ticket for reckless driving.”
“Why do you think I made sure you wouldn’t be behind the wheel?”
Delaney folded her arms and scowled. “Just for that, no blow jobs in motion.”
“I’d rather have one while I can give it my full attention, thanks.” He squeezed her thigh. “Especially coming from a master like you.”
“Well, at least you appreciate me.”
“Devoutly,” he assured her. “I’ll be happy to demonstrate at first opportunity.”
“You already spent the morning demonstrating after we found my condoms.”
“I took it as a challenge. Relax. It’s still early afternoon. We’ve got a few hours yet.”
The village of Tulum was bigger than she’d expected, a collection of hotels and shops and restaurants clustered around the highway. And the ruins were purely and simply magical.
“I’ve never seen anything like it.” Delaney stared around her, amazed. She’d expected a single pyramid but the massive walls of the city enclosed over a dozen grayish stone structures, each covered with carvings simultaneously elaborate and crude. The largest temple, El Castillo, sat poised on a cliff overlooking the blue waters of the Caribbean. There was a grandeur to the broad sweep of steps that ran up each side, a dignity to the geometric lines.
“I wish we could climb it,” she said. “Can you imagine the view?”
“You used to be able to. I guess they’re getting too many people these days.”
She gave him a quick, startled glance. “Have you been here before?”
He nodded. “When I was in college. A couple of buddies and I came down. We slept in hammocks on the beach.”
“You mean down there?” She squinted in the direction he pointed, then looked again. “Wait a minute. They look like they’re na—”
He chuckled. “You noticed that?”
“Hard to miss. I wouldn’t think a nice private-school boy like you would get involved in anything like that.”
“Who, me? Look at topless women and run around buck naked? No, I visited purely for the archaeology.”
“I bet you did. So tell me about them.”
“What, the topless women?”
“The buildings.” It didn’t surprise her when he did. He’d have read the books, she thought, storing up details, getting the full picture. It was how he’d been even when she’d known him before, reading things and telling her stories. And as they wandered among the temples, he wove a spell with his words and the afternoon slipped away.
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