his body, memorized it with her touch. Lea followed the soapy trail with her hands, tracing the planes and angles. A tremor rumbled underneath her fingertips as she passed over his stomach and followed the path of dark bronze hair leading down, letting the water sluice the soap away.
Gabe skimmed her back when he reached behind her turning off the water. “Step out. We can play in the shower later. This time, this first time, I want you in bed.”
He took her hand, helping her over the edge of the tub. Taking a bath towel off the rack, he began to dry her skin. Slowly he moved the coarsely textured cloth over her body, igniting tiny flames and leaving them smoldering. Her arms circled his neck as Gabe slid his hands under her knees and picked her up.
Carrying her into the bedroom, Gabe laid her gently on the coverlet and devoured her with his eyes. She met his gaze boldly, allowing him to look his fill.
“You’re beautiful.”
He joined her on the bed, pressing hot openmouthed kisses down her throat and breasts.
“So are you.” She smiled when he kissed her stomach. “Like an archangel with wicked intentions. That tickles.”
“Just wait.” He slid lower, until his head rested at the apex of her thighs and he kissed her waiting heat.
“Oh my God. What are you doing?” Every cell, even the tiniest essence of her burned with an aching heat.
“Making love to you. I want to worship every inch of you.” And he did.
“Come for me, Lea,” he said while lapping at her center. “I want to watch it take you over.” He continued suckling her until she bucked underneath his kiss, his very touch until she screamed his name.
Sliding up her body, Gabe nestled between her thighs.
“Open your eyes and look at me. I want to see your eyes when I fill you.”
Lea fluttered her eyes open, pressed her hands to his face and pulled him close to take his mouth in a deep, desperate kiss.
Her eyes met his in the low light as he gently pressed against her opening. “I love you, Lea.”
“I love you, Gabe. It’s crazy, but I don’t care. I'm not sure when it happened, or how it happened so fast, but I do.”
She kissed him, tangling her tongue with his as his hands slid around her, wrapping her legs around his waist. She cried out, more in surprise than in anguish, as Gabe sank into her.
“Gabriel.” She whispered his name, knowing he waited for her body to relax and welcome him. “Don’t hold back with me. Ever. Gabriel.” Lea brushed a blond curl out of his eyes. Tiny worry lines had started to etch their way on his handsome face. The cost of protecting everyone but himself. “Love me.” She moved against him slowly at first, then faster when he joined her in a gentle rhythm as old as time itself. The ache became a raging need, leaving her quaking in Gabe’s arms.
Chapter 8
“You found them. I want details.”
“Yes. I sent them to a safe house in Waynesboro, Tennessee where they have been since last night. I’m parked behind it now.” Mac whispered into his cellphone as he drove up the gravel driveway to park behind the old farmhouse. “Spiller is supposed to turn the diamonds over to me. Should I play it cool? Take the diamonds and walk away?”
“I want those diamonds. Do whatever it takes to get them, or your sister will die.”
“You bastard. She’s pregnant. Did you know that her husband was killed in Iraq a month after she found out? She’s fragile. I would have flipped on them for the money. You didn’t have to take her.” Mac heard Rebecca scream in the background. “You son of a bitch. I’ll kill you.”
“Do what you’re told and she’ll be fine. You’ll be compensated.”
“Enough to get us out of the country? The FBI doesn’t take kindly to dirty agents.”
“Directions now, or I’ll cut her again. Maybe across her belly this time. I wonder how deep I need to cut to take off one of your niece’s fingers? Yes, lovely Rebecca told me she was going to have
Gabe skimmed her back when he reached behind her turning off the water. “Step out. We can play in the shower later. This time, this first time, I want you in bed.”
He took her hand, helping her over the edge of the tub. Taking a bath towel off the rack, he began to dry her skin. Slowly he moved the coarsely textured cloth over her body, igniting tiny flames and leaving them smoldering. Her arms circled his neck as Gabe slid his hands under her knees and picked her up.
Carrying her into the bedroom, Gabe laid her gently on the coverlet and devoured her with his eyes. She met his gaze boldly, allowing him to look his fill.
“You’re beautiful.”
He joined her on the bed, pressing hot openmouthed kisses down her throat and breasts.
“So are you.” She smiled when he kissed her stomach. “Like an archangel with wicked intentions. That tickles.”
“Just wait.” He slid lower, until his head rested at the apex of her thighs and he kissed her waiting heat.
“Oh my God. What are you doing?” Every cell, even the tiniest essence of her burned with an aching heat.
“Making love to you. I want to worship every inch of you.” And he did.
“Come for me, Lea,” he said while lapping at her center. “I want to watch it take you over.” He continued suckling her until she bucked underneath his kiss, his very touch until she screamed his name.
Sliding up her body, Gabe nestled between her thighs.
“Open your eyes and look at me. I want to see your eyes when I fill you.”
Lea fluttered her eyes open, pressed her hands to his face and pulled him close to take his mouth in a deep, desperate kiss.
Her eyes met his in the low light as he gently pressed against her opening. “I love you, Lea.”
“I love you, Gabe. It’s crazy, but I don’t care. I'm not sure when it happened, or how it happened so fast, but I do.”
She kissed him, tangling her tongue with his as his hands slid around her, wrapping her legs around his waist. She cried out, more in surprise than in anguish, as Gabe sank into her.
“Gabriel.” She whispered his name, knowing he waited for her body to relax and welcome him. “Don’t hold back with me. Ever. Gabriel.” Lea brushed a blond curl out of his eyes. Tiny worry lines had started to etch their way on his handsome face. The cost of protecting everyone but himself. “Love me.” She moved against him slowly at first, then faster when he joined her in a gentle rhythm as old as time itself. The ache became a raging need, leaving her quaking in Gabe’s arms.
Chapter 8
“You found them. I want details.”
“Yes. I sent them to a safe house in Waynesboro, Tennessee where they have been since last night. I’m parked behind it now.” Mac whispered into his cellphone as he drove up the gravel driveway to park behind the old farmhouse. “Spiller is supposed to turn the diamonds over to me. Should I play it cool? Take the diamonds and walk away?”
“I want those diamonds. Do whatever it takes to get them, or your sister will die.”
“You bastard. She’s pregnant. Did you know that her husband was killed in Iraq a month after she found out? She’s fragile. I would have flipped on them for the money. You didn’t have to take her.” Mac heard Rebecca scream in the background. “You son of a bitch. I’ll kill you.”
“Do what you’re told and she’ll be fine. You’ll be compensated.”
“Enough to get us out of the country? The FBI doesn’t take kindly to dirty agents.”
“Directions now, or I’ll cut her again. Maybe across her belly this time. I wonder how deep I need to cut to take off one of your niece’s fingers? Yes, lovely Rebecca told me she was going to have
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