Welcome back to the bonus-chapter section of Wandering with You. This part fits close to the end of Chapter 26. It picks up after Thomas and Nadia leave Paddy's Bar. Thomas is full of adrenaline after punching Khai—he'd been wanting to do that for a while (grabbing the cad by the collar just wasn't enough!). The energy has to go somewhere...

An extra warning (in addition to the mature banner above): this chapter is super steamy and not for young eyes. My cheeks were red as a beetroot when I wrote it—there were some odd looks from my husband when he walked into the room to see how I was going. But, despite the embarrassment of my first experience writing something truly naughty, I wanted my favourite couple to have some fun before things go to hell.

This chapter is dedicated to @ESHurricane because she is an absolute pro at writing sexy stories.

For those naughty people who read on, I hope you enjoy it, and as ever, I'd love your thoughts. If you would like it to be more than a bonus chapter in the future, please let me know! Your comments and votes inspire me to write more!

Cusco.

It was bloody freezing outside. That dry, bone-deep chill you only get in the mountains. Thomas's fingers tingled, and his temple throbbed. He could feel the blood pulsing through his veins, pumped by a heart on overdrive.

They made their way uphill in the direction of their apartment, Nadia's small, cool hand holding his. He could hear her breath come out in little pants, sense her heat, the clamminess of her skin. Her body jerked, and she stalled behind him, with a tsk.

"Nadia, are you okay?"

She'd squatted to the cobblestone road, her left foot out as her fingers fumbled with her shoelaces. "My fingers are so frickin' cold. I can't tie the laces up properly. Gah, the fucker!"

"Here." Thomas dropped before her. "Let me help." He swatted her hands away and, with the tip of his tongue protruding, clumsily looped them into a double knot and tugged tight.

Shaking her head, Nadia rolled her eyes. "What did you do that for?"

"What?"

"Now I'm not going to be able to get them off."

"Oh, yes, you will." He gave her a wicked look, thinking of all the things he was going to do to her when they got back to their apartment. If he had his way, she would not need shoes for some days. "I'll make sure of that."

Her steel-grey eyes slit. A cloud of warm breath moved between them, hazing his vision. Then a piece of ice latched to each side of his face.

"Bollocks!"

Nadia was in hysterics, her hands pressing harder. He gripped her wrists, pulling the hands away, and stood, lifting her with him. "You really want to play that game?" Please do.

Her lips parted, and her body seemed to loosen, but she didn't speak, just breathed in rapid, shallow breaths. An ancient stone wall loomed a few steps away, and he backed her to it. As she allowed him to move her, her legs widened a little. Thomas speared his hand through her hair, bunching it.

"I can't wait to get back to the room."

"Not far," she panted.

His hand trailed her chin, moved down to her throat, stopping at the pulse that fluttered like a trapped butterfly and gave it a gentle squeeze. She let out a moan as he continued his journey. His palm splayed under her unzipped jacket, between the dip of her breasts, over the plane of her stomach, and rested lower.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," she hissed, clutching his face and bringing him to her. When they stopped for air, his mouth felt bruised and his left thigh chafed.

"How quick can you walk?" he asked, taking a peek at her strained ankle.

"I know it's still strapped up, but it's fine now. I could jog."

Thomas bent in close and nipped her ear, making her shudder. "I'll hold you to that."

The jog quickly declined into a trot, then a heavy-breathed trudge. Luckily, they only took one wrong turn. As they hurried through the lobby, the young woman on night duty tapped her pen against the wooden counter of the reception and smirked. Thomas sent her a conspiratorial wink.

He chased Nadia up the staircase, shucking off his coat and sweater, and snared her on the platform before their room where she melted into his kiss. He made swift work of her jacket, blouse and bra, then lowered his hands and massaged her derrière. Sliding his fingers around to her front, he unfastened the button and zipper of her jeans, trying, unsuccessfully, to slip under the denim.

"Get in bed," he growled as he took her shoulders and spun her to face the doorway. She giggled when he pushed her onto the mattress and lay before him with arms crossed over her a chest, so her breasts rose up in two small pale mounds in the faint glow of the moon.

He took one sneakered foot. "Hello again, friend," he said to it, and, finding he had done too good a job with the laces, wriggled it off and threw it over to the other side of the room. The other followed a moment later with a plunk. The jeans were another matter. Much as he loved how her arse looked in them, they needed to go. He was kneeling on the bed beside her, gritting as he wrestled them with little success.

Nadia's brows raised. "Want some help?"

"Not really, no. I quite like the idea of unwrapping my presents myself, thank you very much."

Her answering snort caused a constriction in his guts, and he paused.

"Thomas." Her small hand came to his cheek. "I like the idea of being your present." Her eyes were steady, the pupils large as she started to squirm, and her smile unfurled, revealing the tips of white incisors.

"You look like you're ready to bite me."

The rest of the teeth were bared, and she levered her torso off the bed, fisting the sheets. "Seriously, Thomas, if you don't hurry up, I will bite you hard—and it won't be in a sexy way."

That was all he needed to set back to work, shimmying the stiff material down her legs and unravelling the bandage so all that she wore was a lacy black thong. Mesmerised, his finger came up to trace it and slipped under the string.

"Did you wear this for me?"

Her eyes shut and pink bloomed across her cheeks, but she nodded.

"I have a feeling I should have waited to take off the bra."

A shrug.

His head bent, and the skin on her midsection broke out in goosebumps under his words. "I'll have to give this special attention."

Lowering himself, he took the elastic with his teeth and pulled. It moved, just a fraction. He pulled again. This was much trickier than he had expected, and now Nadia's body was convulsing, a suppressed grunting coming from her mouth.

"Thomas!" A spurt of laughter. "Thomas, will you take the bloody thing off. I don't care how you do it." More laughter.

The lace shredded. Silence.

"Did you just tear up my best g-string?"

He dared to look at her flushed face. The pulse in her throat was visible. He swallowed and nodded. "I've always wanted to do that.

Nadia sat up. "Fine."

Something plummeted inside Thomas, and he gulped, pushing himself up. He took another glance at her.

Her mouth stretched into a grin, and her voice came out high-pitched. "I've always wanted to do this."

The pop of buttons and rip of cotton came to Thomas' ears before he registered the yank as she opened his shirt. Sitting like an imbecile, he let her destroy it until the scrape of nails on the bare skin of his chest made him realise he'd lost control of the situation.

Her hands came to his belt. "Should I use my teeth too?"

He stilled her, smiling back and shook his head. "You've had your revenge. You're my present, so I'm in charge."

The flesh of her hips was smooth and plump in his hands as he dragged her to the side of the bed and knelt on the polished wood floor. He opened her thighs and looked up at her sparkling eyes, the parted lips.

"Lie back."

She did. A moment later, she writhed. He took her legs and wrapped them around his head, grasping her arse as he devoured her until she shuddered. As she spasmed, he held her down and resumed what he was doing until she came all over again. Only then did he stand, unbuckle himself and shimmy out of the rest of his clothes.

He returned to the edge of the mattress and pulled her up to him. Her mouth opened to his, letting him taste more of her. Turning her, he wedged his length against her rear and cupped her breasts. She let out a little shriek when he pinched a nipple. One hand found her core, fingers entering her, and she moved against him.

A small hand reached around to take him.

"Don't," he said, "or I'll be done before we start. You do want more, don't you?"

She was panting and answered him with the vigorous nod of her head. A waft of apple shampoo came to his nostrils, paired with her arousal, and he realised that from now on, that smell would be his undoing.

He took her long brown hair and twisted it around his hand, tugging so her neck was exposed and he could nibble at the silk-soft skin.

"Thomas..." she moaned. She trembled, her body still riding him. A sob escaped her lips as he bit. A second later she slumped, slick and sweaty in his arms. Her next words came out hoarse. "What are you doing to me?"

He held her gently and bore her down so she was on her stomach, legs akimbo, then he walked to the head of the bed. "I'm showing you why you should stay with me."

Nadia's spine stiffened.

"I see you need more convincing."

The wood of the antique bedside table stuck a moment, and boxes rustled within. He felt Nadia move when he ripped open a foil packet and sat. When he was ready, he crawled to her and pulled her back to her knees, kissing her while his hands roamed. Soon, she was pressed against him, one leg on either side of his right thigh, his erection hard against her abdomen.

Thomas took her wrists and guided her hands to the headboard. He moved behind her, bringing her haunches back towards him until she balanced precariously on her knees with her body stretched out and less than an inch between them.

"Do you want me to convince you?" he asked, an index finger circling the indentations on her lower back in infinity loops. In the stream of yellow light creeping through the door, he made out the fine, ramrod-straight hair on her arms.

A wiggle of her pelvis and one of those beautiful moans was her answer. Not enough. More goosebumps pricked her skin, following the trail of his palm around and over her sit bones, her bellybutton and between her legs.

"Please." Her words came on a shuddering breath.

Thomas clicked his tongue.

Shadows moved across her back as she arched. "Mmm."

He lingered, teasing her with whisper-light movements. He knew what she wanted. That this wasn't enough for her. Unfortunately, he was about to lose his mind with all this waiting. He dug his fingertips into her rump, adjusted himself and rubbed back and forth against her slickness.

"Aaaaah, fine... I—I want you to convince me."

"When?"

Her hair flung back as her head turned to face him. "Now, Thomas! Please."

"How?"

"Aah. You know—aah!—I'm seriously gonna kill—"

He didn't need more than that. In a second, he was in her with a swift, sharp lunge.

"Aah!"

The sound of her cry catching almost undid him. Clenching his jaw, he gripped her hips. Slowly, he withdrew, then slammed back in. Each thrust brought them closer to the top of the bed. Her hands slid up the wall, and he saw the fans of metacarpal bones prominent as she pushed back, trying to keep her position. She was mewling now. The rhythm of her cries in synchrony with the thwack of skin against skin.

"Oh, fuck, Thomas."

He let go of her hip with one hand and brushed her hair away from her neck, tracing the shell of her ear and nibbling the lobe.

"Aah!"

The hand took her right breast, kneading in time with his assault.

"God, I don't think I can..."

"You can," he rasped and slapped her arse.

"Ouch, what the—"

Thomas covered her mouth with his and moved hard, slaps ringing a few more times before his attention turned to the bundle of nerves down low.

Forty-four seconds. That was how long it took for him to have her undone again. Another few, and she was flipped on her back with her ankles on his shoulders, feet jiggling, and he was in a sweat-filled haze of pleasure.

He grunted his release and fell between her legs, his head resting on her sternum, sinking into the beat of her heart.

He must have drifted off a moment. Or maybe he'd just lost time. He came to an awareness of gentle fingers scraping across his scalp and a nail drawing a shape again and again on his back. With eyes closed, he pursued the pattern, carefully piecing it together and smiled when the outline of a heart blossomed in his mind's eye.

Thomas opened his mouth to speak. To tell her how much he loved her. But exhaustion was dragging him down. Tomorrow. He would tell her tomorrow.

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