Gabe (In the Company of Snipers, #8)(125)

Giraffes and monkeys slipped off her fingers to the shower floor. With a provocative wriggle, her bottoms joined the soggy ensemble next. She toed them to one side.

Her shoulder-length hair turned darker in the water, drizzled with streaks of blonde. The girl was color coordinated right down to her underwear. Okay, now he cared. When did navy-blue get so—hot?

“You do this for all your patients?”

“What do you think?” Her bra joined the monkeys and giraffes, her breasts set free.

“Not... thinking... too much... right now.” He devoured her with his eyes. God, this woman had the loveliest breasts. Not grapefruit. More like peaches. Delectable. Sweet-as-honey peaches. With nipples.

“Remember. You started this.” She grabbed the body wash with a devilish smile. Squeezing some into her hand, she began with her neck and shoulders, working the lather into a cascade of bubbles over her—everything. He groaned, his body overloaded with sensual stimulation in his usually lonely shower stall.

“Are you sure you don’t need my help?” she asked with exaggerated innocence, her lips pinched together in a pout. Shell topped her floorshow off by leaning backward to rinse. Water and suds sluiced over her curves and bumps, dripped off her hair, and that did it.

A man can only take so much. He lifted off the bench, balanced on one foot, ready to play.

“You’ll slip,” she warned, blinking the water out of her eyes.

“Believe me. I’ve already fallen.” He kicked his boxers to the floor, pulling her back to the bench. “You’re too beautiful to resist.”

She stood quietly at his knees, her fingers on his shoulders as he looped a finger into each side of her panties and pulled them down. And off.

Apparently, nudity turned Shell into a completely different woman. Violet eyes had never looked so dark. She pushed him back to the wall and straddled him again, her lips pressed to his as mischief turned to passion. Water slipped between their over-heated bodies, adding to their steamy lust. Her groans of pleasure filled his ears and his heart.

“I love you, Gabe. Don’t think. Just do.”

He aimed to please. With one hand firmly attached to her backside, the other between her shoulder blades, he slipped into her body with one quick thrust. When she arched her head, he buried his face between her breasts, certain he could never get enough.


She laced her fingers through his hair, his hands pulling her closer and closer, steamy fireworks detonated again and again. Over. Around. Under.

She might have been a novice when they’d first fallen for each other, but Miss Shell was a natural. Better yet, she knew what she wanted. Him.

At last, they relaxed against each other, drenched under the gentle spray, both exhausted and breathing hard. But so damned satisfied.

“You’re something else.” His hands still clasped the bottom of his naked lady. “Do you know what I think?”

“Hmm.”

“I’m thinking I’m glad I bought this place. We’ll have plenty of room for a while.” He meant to discuss the logistics of child rearing. How many? How long between births? You know, the other things they liked to argue about.

She stilled his lips with her fingertip. “Are you going to talk all day or are you going to kiss me?”

Gabe grinned. He could take a hint. Tipping her back in his arms, he ended the discussion the way it began.

Silly, beautiful girl.