Gabe (In the Company of Snipers, #8)(112)

See? A little talk never hurt anyone.

He captured her mouth and set the feelings he’d controlled loose. There wasn’t one part of her body not begging for release by the time he’d tasted, feasted, and run his tongue over her. Every tantalizing nub had been sucked, nibbled, and slathered, every luscious curve and fold blessed by his teeth, tongue, and fingers.

He tempted and teased until she snared his chin, angling his lips back to her bossy mouth. “Stop playing around, Gabe. You’re killing me.”

He obliged his lovely lady with a quick “yes, ma’am,” sliding into her gently, despite the urgent thrust of her hips to meet him. Short little gasps coming from the back of her throat announced yet another new sensation to Shelby’s world.

He meant to ease back, but those fingernails digging into the cheeks of his ass added the heightened sensation of pain to their lovemaking.

Yet he knew the exact moment he’d breached her innocence. He froze to give her time to adjust to the gentle plundering of her body. Once again, Shelby proved she wasn’t like other woman. She stiffened from the sensory overload of her first orgasm.

“Oh, God. Oh, Gabe. Oh, God,” she moaned, gripping him tighter.

Tears filled his eyes at the gift of a lifetime he’d just been blessed with. Nothing could compare. His woman was so damned sweet.

He leaned back from her to watch the writhing woman beneath him, the one with her eyes closed and the sheer glow of ecstasy on her face. She smiled. She frowned. But mostly she pushed against him, wanting more.

So he obliged again.





Chapter Thirty-Four


Oh. My. Gosh. That was out-of-this-world amazing. Why did I wait so long?

Because then it wouldn’t have been with Gabe.

Oh, yeah. Oh, wow. So, this is what I’ve been missing. I’m so glad I waited.

Shelby lay snug in the crook of the arm of the only man she’d felt so in tune with, awed by the nature of the beast and his handsome body. The guy was built. He had broad shoulders, and was solid from stem to stern. She would know. She’d checked out that tight backside of his, hands on. He didn’t seem to mind her fingers or palms on any part of him. She now had favorite Gabe parts, and she liked to touch them all.

His stomach, for one. It was relaxed now, but still muscled, firm beneath her questing fingers. She was on a Gabe quest, filled with an insatiable need to explore every facet of this magnificent male specimen.


He smiled when her fingertips brushed his nipples, so she did it again. With his eyes still closed, he captured her hand and pressed it to his lips.

And that was another thing. Her entire body had revved up for more, only he seemed to want to sleep. Of course, he was probably tired. She got that. After all, he had saved the world. He’d also gotten up to lock the house and retrieved his holster and guns, but then, they’d done it again, only they hadn’t exactly made love. Oh, no. They’d made the most exquisitely slow love. It still had her purring. She’d found the perfect answer to her stress. Gabe.

Shelby stayed her quest, content to explore in other ways. Lying tucked into him as she was, his arm around her, his fingers under her arm, she noticed things. His profile. The sexy mess of hair she’d run her fingers through. His ridge of tiny hairs on his right ear. The shadow of a long day’s scruff on his face. The way his fingers curled around her hand.

The minty taste of his tongue. His nose, a very straight and normal nose that flared every once in a while, as if it too was taking in her scent the same way she took in the smell of the great outdoors on his skin. His breath. Nuances that belonged to her and her alone.

“I love you, Shell,” he murmured, his eyes still closed. “Stop staring at me. Go to sleep.”

“I can’t,” she confessed, lifting up on one elbow to watch his handsome face. “I’ve just had the most mind-blowing experience of my life. How can you just go to sleep?”

“You want more?” He peered out of the corner of one eye at her, the hint of disbelief in his tone sparking her libido all over again. The darned thing seemed to have a mind of its own. And no off button.

“Yes, please,” she whispered, a giggle lifting up from her heart. “I want your body. All of it. Every last inch. Again.”

The man was cunning. In no time at all, she found herself facing the other direction, her back to his very impressive front, and his arm around her chest cupping her right breast.

“Then you shall have it,” he growled into the nape of her neck.

Who knew sex could make that part of her anatomy so ticklish?

A rash of goose bumps shivered over her bare shoulders at the speed with which he’d manhandled her body. And this new position. Sweet.

That was all it took. She succumbed to the sweetest death, the death of her old self, her past life and all her childhood fantasies. This new dream was better and worth changing everything for. Living for. Maybe even dying for.

He buried himself inside her with one quick thrust.

Ahh. My very favorite Gabe part.




He woke to an empty bed. Not what he’d expected. And a noise.

The palest light of pre-dawn shimmered through the heavy curtains. Alarmed, he hurried into his cargo pants, sliding his holster over bare shoulders. The sight of him half-dressed and armed in the kitchen might scare Shelby, but then again, it might not.