When he pulled back, she pressed her forehead to his. “Let’s talk about happy stuff.”
“Like what?”
“Plans for reopening the bookstore.” The words came out in a rush, exciting and…real. Now that it was possible, she could start dreaming again.
His brow lifted. “How is this happy for me?”
She offered him a wicked smile. “Because it means more sex in the bookstore.”
She slipped out of his arms and started toward the bedroom, putting a little extra sway in her hips. She tossed a look over her shoulder. “In the romance section next time. Maybe we can try something from the dark romance we both read.”
She heard him make a low sound—a cross between a growl and a curse. Heavy footsteps followed, fast.
“Bookshop,” he warned in a voice that promised it wasn’t a warning at all.
She threw him a coy look as she reached the bedroom door. “Bring your pillow.”
Chapter Fifteen
Gabe braced his hand on the tiled shower wall, watching Felicity through the glass shower door peeling off her clothes. With each inch of skin that she bared, more need gripped him.
When she slipped in behind him, the breath roughened in his throat. She plastered her body against his, lips brushing his shoulder blade.
“I was wrong about Wollstonecraft.”
He stilled, turning his head slightly to hear her low voice over the trickle of water. “What do you mean?”
“I thought that a strong woman didn’t need anyone. I was wrong. A strong woman accepts the help and advice of people who care about her. You’ve been worried about me since someone broke into my shop, even when I acted like I was fine.”
“I only want you safe.”
She nodded against him, her lips skimming his shoulder again. She pushed her breasts against him, and the world narrowed to heat and skin and the desperate need to connect again.
He turned and caught her against him, water running over them in hot rivulets. Her mouth opened under his, the kiss needy and her hands roaming up his chest to lock on his shoulders.
He lifted her easily, and she wrapped her legs around him. He pressed her to the tile with water pounding around them, drowning out everything except her gasp as he joined her in one slick glide.
With a growl, he nipped at her throat and lost his mind at the tight clench of her pussy around his cock.
“You’re mine.” She rocked into him.
He sank deep once more. “You’re mine. I love you…so…damn…much.” He swirled his tongue through her mouth on every heated word.
Her head fell to his chest, nails digging into his back as they moved together in a fierce, fast rhythm. Their sounds of pleasure mingled, growing more intense as his orgasm coiled in the base of his spine, and her inner walls flexed around his length.
When she shook apart with ecstasy, he swallowed the sound she made in a kiss that nearly buckled his knees.
In one hard nudge…then two…he let go, filling her in long streams that seemed to have no end. Their kiss slowed. He opened his eyes to find her stare fixed on his face, eyes shimmering.
They stayed under the spray for a long moment in the swirling steam. He loved her like this—open and trusting him.
“You don’t need to ignore all the Wollstonecraft teachings, bookshop. Her words helped shape you—along with a million others. But let these words shape you too: I love you.”
Her eyelids fluttered, dipping low over her smoldering blue eyes. When she opened them again, sparks of love captured his heart, tethering them together.
They stepped out of the shower still touching—her hand sliding down his arm, his fingers skimming her hip. She looked stunning and perfect wrapped in a towel with her cheeks flushed and her damp hair curling at the ends.
He just pulled on jeans when his phone buzzed on the counter.
