Code Name: Nanny (SEAL and Code Name #5)(109)

“That old man in Mexico was right,” Gabe said huskily. “You are definitely juicy.”

“You think?” Summer licked her dry lips, remembering how he’d felt inside her, slow and relentless, so hard she’d screamed when he’d driven her up to a mind-shredding climax. “Why does this keep getting better and better?”

“You mean this part?” He pushed slowly inside her until her muscles tensed, clutching around him. “Or this part?” As he spoke, he moved again, seating himself higher.

Summer panted, unable to answer, her nails digging into his back. The car windows were completely fogged up, and some part of Gabe’s mind found that amusing. Another part couldn’t have cared if everyone in Wyoming was camped outside to watch.

He was beyond caring.

He shifted, holding her motionless above him while snow drifted cool and silent against the fogged windows. His eyes were dark, holding unspoken promises. “This is once in a lifetime, honey. It’s never been this way for me,” he said savagely. “There have been a lot of others, Summer. After Rosalita, I wasn’t going to take a chance on caring too much. But then there was you, and God help me, I can’t stop thinking of you or wanting you like this.”

He rose without warning, driving deep. He felt her stiffen, watched her lovely eyes darken with surprise, then blur as she shot to a panting climax that left her nails raking his back. As she gripped him, it was all Gabe could do to keep from throwing himself over that jagged edge along with her, but the sight of her pleasure was too damned erotic to miss.

He held back, opening his senses to the amazing experience of her body riding him while he hoarded the memory of her hoarse, throaty cries. If she wanted reckless, she could have it—morning, noon, and night. If she wanted long, slow cherishing, she’d have that, too. And if any of her fellow agents tried to harass her, he’d see that they turned up with a few broken bones. They’d already received indirect warnings to that effect, delivered through her SAC, who sounded like a stand-up guy. Better still, Summer had been officially cleared of any involvement in her partner’s death.

Of course, Summer had no idea that Gabe had made a call to Tate, who had handled the matter discreetly. If she found out, she would probably murder them both.

Gabe dragged in a breath when he felt her body shift, her hands moving down to cup the most sensitive part of him, taking him between her fingers. Slowly she explored him, testing the smooth curves, lifting gently.

“Damn, honey, if you do any more of that—”

She did, rising slowly.

Sliding down onto his rock-hard erection.

Gabe sucked in a breath as his control shredded to confetti. She took him with hungry urgency, drawing him deep, her hands an exquisite torment.

To hell with waiting.

Gabe growled her name and poured himself inside her.



Someone moved.

Gabe smiled up into the darkness. “If a fire starts inside the car anytime soon, don’t bother to wake me.”

A slow, sated laugh was Summer’s only reply.

“Come to think of it, I just saw sparks. They were right above your . . .” He showed her where with skillful fingers.

Summer shivered. “Static electricity, Morgan.”

“Oh.” He traced her hip slowly. “Is that what they call it?”

She gave another husky laugh.

“I’ve got one thing to ask.”

“Sorry. Too tired.” Her hand moved down his thigh. “All your fault.”

Gabe didn’t hide a possessive smile. “Just one, I promise.”

“You can try.” Summer moved her thigh sleepily across his leg. “I may not remember anything beyond the last twenty minutes, I warn you.”

“Tell me something you’ve never told anyone else. Something that only I will know.”

Summer opened one eye slightly and considered. “I have a freckle on my left thigh, just below my . . .” She raised one leg in the dim light. “There.”

“Nice, but not what I had in mind. Tell me something personal.”

“Is this some kind of weird test?”

“Call it a beginning. We’re building things here. New things like trust, understanding. Hell, Summer, I want to do everything right with you.”

Another arrow slid painlessly into her heart. She couldn’t fight her happiness any longer. Love had crept up on her and she wouldn’t hide from it. “No complaints from this side of the seat.” She took a breath, her body tensing just a little. “Here’s my thing. I don’t know how to dance. Even the thought scares the heck out of me. And to do it in public—” She blew out the breath she’d been holding. “Sheer panic.”

“But you helped with Sophy.”

“Kids and their moms. That doesn’t count.”

Gabe kissed her shoulder. “I think you’d be great.”

“Never. Don’t even think about it. I mean that.” She pushed up onto one elbow. “Your turn, hard case.”

Gabe frowned. “I’m not—”

“Yeah, you are. I’m waiting.”

“Singing.”

“You don’t like music?” Her brow rose. “Frank Sinatra? Jon Bon Jovi?”

“No, me singing. In front of someone else, damn it.”