Code Name: Nanny (SEAL and Code Name #5)(108)

“Forget your knee, Navy. Tonight you won’t even know it exists.” Summer felt her heart in the words, knew her vulnerability.

The radio droned on as Gabe pulled off his shirt. His eyes savored every inch of her body.

“That’s a solid hit. Line drive to center field,” a male voice shouted.

Summer gasped as Gabe stripped off his pants and buried himself inside her, hot and huge and hers. Reckless or not, she never wanted to go back to the 24/7 workaholic she’d been before Gabe. Their hands joined, their fingers locked. Summer realized she was different, and that the change had started the moment she’d seen his naked body in her shower. Someday she’d tell him what a great body it was, too.

“Another slam to center field,” the disembodied voice announced on the radio.

Summer watched Gabe while pleasure took her up, fast and hard.

“And the crowd goes wild,” she whispered.



She wore a dazed smile and not a hint of anything else. Her body still tingled from the hot pull of his mouth.

As her pleasant exhaustion began to lift, Summer realized she was going to have beard burn in all sorts of interesting places in the morning.

She trusted him. She trusted herself now and how he made her feel. The combination was heady.

She felt his strong body turn beside her as he slipped one arm beneath her head. Given that they were wedged into the backseat of a Jeep Grand Cherokee, the fit was tight.

“You still alive?” she whispered.

Gabe stirred. “Possibly.” He propped his head on his hand. “Of course, the night’s not over yet.” He traced the pinkish mark on her upper breast. “Did I do this?”

Summer nodded smugly. “You need a razor.”

“Sorry.”

“Apologize and I’ll have to shoot you, Navy.”

Gabe’s lips curved. “Don’t suppose that I did that anywhere . . . else.”

Outside the highway was white with newly fallen snow, but inside the car, they were warm and snug, body to body. Summer stretched slowly. “A skilled operative like you could probably find out.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“You bet.”

“I always like a good mission plan.” Gabe shoved away scattered clothing, Summer’s cherished rose, and the blanket he had brought with him all the way from California as part of his careful plan. “One on your hip. It looks uncomfortable.” He whisked it lightly with his tongue. “One on your elbow. Another one on this pink and very beautiful nipple.” This area received his particular scrutiny, followed by the loving rasp of his tongue.

The car was warm, the motor idling. Outside the windows, snow continued to veil the night. A red motel sign blazed across a white-swept field, less than a mile away, but neither had been able to wait. Summer still couldn’t believe she was having wild, reckless sex in the backseat of a rental car with her clothes in a crazy tangle around her.

Life was good, she thought weakly. When Gabe turned his attention to her other breast, life became even better. “Arkh.”

“I beg your pardon.”

“It’s code. It means that you were—amazing.”

Gabe drew her closer, running one hand gently along her cheek. “Good.”

“Was it—what I mean is, were you disappointed?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know. With me. With us.” Summer cleared her throat, frowning at the roof of the car. “As a good . . . well, whatever you men call it.”

Gabe’s eyes narrowed. “A good lay?”

“Or whatever.”

“Mulcahey, I could barely move when you finished with me. And when you straddled me and took me in your hand . . . Disappointed? Hell, I almost had a coronary.”

Summer flushed. “That’s not an answer.”

“You want to know how it felt?” Gabe nudged her up onto his chest, so that their legs intertwined and Summer was seated firmly on his thighs. “Let me think.”

“Amazed?” Summer murmured.

He moved slightly, and their bodies slid into an intimate fit. “Engorged. Amazed, too.”

“This is important, Gabe.” She stared at him gravely. “I mean, we both know I’m not exactly Dream Date material. I’d probably be the first to get voted out of the tribe—”

He cut her off with a curse, holding her perfectly still. “You keep me up at night. You make me smile when it’s the last thing I want to do. You are the bravest woman I’ve ever met, especially if you’re willing to take a chance on a hard case like me.”

“In a second,” she said softly.

He traced her breasts with one finger, smiling when she shivered, her nipples going taut. “I forgot to mention that you’re so damned responsive you take my breath away.”

“Only with you,” Summer whispered, shocked that he could make her feel this way again so soon.

“Glad to hear it. At least I won’t have to kill anybody.” His voice filled with something low and primitive.

His hand slipped between their bodies, exploring her slowly. “You’re wet, honey.”

Summer felt a delicious stab of heat as his fingers moved deeper. “Hard not to be, with you wedged naked against me and gorgeous muscles everywhere I look.” She wiggled against his chest.