"There are people who will look for me."
"I know this."
"I am a federal agent."
"Yes."
He held the ashtray out to her. "They will not find you."
Kate stared at him as she ground the butt into the dish. The shadows cast by the overhanging roof darkened the porch in the still-settling night. Only the side of his face was illuminated by a soft light coming from a window behind them. He was gazing across the expanse of lawn that was eventually swallowed by the jungle.
"What do your friends think of me being here?"
A smile flickered over his lips as he turned his head to find her eyes. "They are not scared of you."
She drew another cigarette from the box on the small table between their chairs. Alejandro leaned forward and placed the small flame of the lighter to the end, waiting for it to catch as she sucked in her breath gently.
She leaned back in her chair, inhaling the nicotine deeply. "You know that's not what I meant."
"Yes."
The smoke she exhaled curled lazily between them. And floated about his face in the half-shadows. She tapped the ash into the dish and waited.
"So?"
"I will be finished with my business in a few days. And then we will leave this place."
Her mind was on fire. She wasn't sure what she was thinking or feeling or doing at this point, but her voice remained even and quiet.
"Where will we go?"
"Close to the ocean."
Shivering, she pulled her robe more tightly around her shoulders and blew again in his direction. He did not shy away from the smoke, and kept breathing slowly and measuredly as before. They were both silent while she finished the cigarette. Then she went back inside, leaving him out there to stare at the distance alone.
He found her later in the shower, leaning forward with her head against the marble tiles, hot water beating against her curved spine.
"Kate," he opened the glass door, standing in the burst of steam in his grey robe. "Are you coming?"
"No," she stated. The word was drowned out by the sound of the water slapping her reddened flesh.
Stepping from the robe slowly, he kept his eyes on her. He hung it up on a hook nearby. And entered the shower carefully.
His nakedness surprised her as much as the gentle taking of her wrist turning her towards his chest. The water rolled over his shoulders and drenched him as he drew her into his arms. Dipping his head downwards, he found her mouth with his own.
It wasn't until he slipped a hand between her legs that she began to respond, her arms encircling his neck. Moaning as he began to stroke her, she grasped his hair to steady herself. His touch was delicate yet firm against her clitoris. The shower water was rushing over the two of them, dripping from their bodies to circle the steel drain near their toes.
Then, he forcibly spun her around so that her backside was to him now. She gasped as he gripped her waist and his hardening erection met her smooth ass. When he put a hand on her shoulder, she bent forward willingly. His fingers again went between her thighs so that her legs trembled, and her palms reached for the tiled wall in front of her for balance.
They fit together easily after that, bodies moving rapidly beneath the streaming water. He was crying out, and she heard herself doing the same, the sensations caused by their movements over-taking both of them.
When he got tight hold of her hair and yanked her head back, she came fast. Her entire body quaked wildly against his so that he came just as fast, hips rocking forward into her buttocks. He gave a final grunt as he finished, his other hand slipping down the knobs of her damp spine.
Then he suddenly released her hair from his grip. She nearly fell forward onto her knees. He steadied her with a hand on her arm, drawing her close, chest panting against hers. And she allowed him to do so, also trying to catch her breath.
After a few moments like this in his arms, Kate remembered where she was. And how she had gotten there. And her heart just plummeted as if a stone in her chest.
He felt her shivering and turned off the water. She took the plush grey towel he held out after he stepped from the shower. And she wrapped it tightly around herself, feeling him watching her again.
She walked from the bathroom, unnerved and silent. There really was no chance that they would both survive this.