“Are you okay?” he rasped.
“Dammit.” She let out a frustrated breath. “Way to make a sexy entrance, Misty.”
When he had her steadied, she reached up and put her arms around his neck. “You’re tall.”
Gabe gently pushed her away, despite his body protesting the loss of her warmth against him. “And you’re my best friend’s sister.”
She answered him by taking the soap and running it over his chest, and then down, and down, all the way to his pubic hair, before he grabbed her hand and wrenched the soap out of it, replacing it in the soap dish.
“Not fair,” he said.
“All’s fair in love and war.”
Gabe gazed at the ceiling while he decided what to do. “I’m going to hate myself for asking, but which is this?”
“You don’t know?” She picked up the soap again and massaged his six-pack. After an agonizing few seconds, she said, “I love you, Gabe. I have for years.”
Shit. I was afraid of that.As much as he didn’t want her to feel that way, telling her not to wouldn’t accomplish a thing—except to hurt or infuriate her.
This time, he didn’t stop her as she caressed his pelvis and eventually reached his semierect cock. He leaned back and moaned. His shaft swelled instantly. Sensations she created within him were ridiculous. He had never felt such a strong physical reaction to a female’s attention before.
Gabe gazed at Misty’s full lips. Any man would kill to kiss a mouth like that. He yanked her hands from his cock and pulled her into a full embrace. His lips descended, and she tipped up her chin to meet him halfway.
He captured that sensuous mouth, and their tongues found each other easily. Heat built as they sucked and twirled, and the steam had nothing to do with the hot water. Gabe wondered what kind of strange power this woman had over him. Had she hypnotized him? He knew better, but he was unable to help himself.
He still hadn’t responded to her confession of love. He should say something, but he had no idea what. He simply feasted on her lips until they were swollen. Pulling away, he took a deep breath.
“Misty—”
She reached up and stroked his cheek. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything back. I just couldn’t stand not saying that any longer.”
Gabe framed her face with his hands and stared into her eyes. All he saw was pure sincerity. No guile. No manipulation.Dear God. Now what?
“Let’s get out of here,” Gabe said huskily. He shut off the water and stepped over the lip of the glass enclosure. Remembering how she had stumbled into the shower, he extended his hand to help her over the three-inch sill.
The droplets on her skin shone as the light caught them and they dripped down. He had to cover her, or he’d go crazy. He grabbed the towel he had set on the sink for himself and wrapped it around her.
“You don’t like what you see?”
“On the contrary, I like it too much.”
She threw off the towel and stood straight, as if offering herself to him.
“Misty. We can’t.”
“Yes, Gabe. We can. My brother doesn’t own me.”
“But he’s trusting me to take care of you.”
“And that’s exactly what you’d be doing.” She smiled. “Gabe, I never had a real orgasm until the other day. You gave that to me. I can’t help wanting to give you the same gift.”
He groaned.
In seconds, they were in his bed, wrapped around each other. To his surprise, he was trembling inside. The thrill of anticipation doubled his pulse. He wasn’t sure who started the deep passionate kisses that fed the fire burning inside him. He only knew that she aroused him like no other woman ever had.
He hesitated to break the kiss. She tasted and affected him like wine. Gabe leaned away a little bit and nibbled her lower lip. She answered by pulling his upper lip between hers.Okay… Either she’s had more experience than she’s let on or she’s a fast learner.
