Breathless Descent (Texas Hotzone 3)
She sat up. “Don’t go. Shower before we leave.”
“If I don’t go shower now,” he said and winked, “you won’t get any sleep.”
***
SHAY HAD JUST HEARD the shower turn on when the sound of Caleb’s cell phone ringing from the living room caught her attention. She slid off the bed and rushed down the hall, afraid it might be her service, or George, calling.
She found the phone lying on the counter by the photo she’d been looking at, and quickly checked caller ID, hitting Answer when she recognized the number. “George? Are you okay? I’ve been worried sick.” The man was predictable to the second, and he’d been off radar fifteen plus hours. “You didn’t show up for your appointment. I spent last night, and this morning, worrying something had happened to you.”
“Sorry about that, Doc. Something urgent came up, as in I fell in love. I met someone. I haven’t been so happy in years.”
A red light flashed in her mind. “You suddenly fell in love and that made you miss an emergency appointment?”
“We’d had a fight,” he said. “But she showed up at my house and all is well. I can’t wait to tell you all about her when I get back from Mexico.”
“Mexico?!” she sputtered. The man barely ever left his house. “You’re going to Mexico?”
“Yes,” he said. “And they just called our boarding group. I’ll call you when I get home. Thanks for everything, Doc. I remember all those times you told me, loving someone means you could lose them, but it’s better than never knowing them.” He hung up.
Shay set the phone down and rushed to the bathroom to tell Caleb about George. He’d left the door open and she could hear the shower running. “My client called,” Shay said, sitting down on the lid of the toilet.
He looked around the shower curtain. “And?”
“He said he met a woman and he’s really happy.”
He snorted. “He stood you up for a woman. Nothing we didn’t know. Typical man. Always thinking with the wrong head.”
“Coming from a man,” she said.
He grinned. “I’m a soldier,” he said. “Respect comes before all base needs.” He disappeared behind the curtain.
She opened her mouth to crack a joke, but stopped. This wasn’t typical behavior for George. And that fancy house of his screamed some sort of money source. That would make him a target for the wrong woman. Shay thought of George’s pain over the loss of his wife. She thought of her fears that she and Caleb couldn’t and shouldn’t be together. That their family situation would end their relationship before it really got started, that he’d leave again, no matter how much he said he wouldn’t. The truth was, the only thing for certain was the moment.
She eyed the curtain, his naked silhouette behind the semitransparent material. She might not ever get the chance to make love to Caleb in the shower ever again. Shay stood up and undressed.
Before she could talk herself out of it, Shay pulled back the curtain and stepped inside. The minute she took in the sight of his sinewy muscles dripping wet, Shay was glad she did.
“You do know this isn’t the way to get any sleep,” Caleb said softly.
“I can’t sleep when you’re wet and naked,” she replied, letting him pull her close.
He smiled and moved so that his back took the brunt of the water, and she felt his erection press against her hip. “I’d be disappointed if you could.”
She reached down and stroked his shaft, already impressively ready for her. “There’s something I’ve always wanted to do to you,” she confessed.
“There’s a lot of things I’ve always wanted to do to you,” he said. “I’d offer a demonstration, but it’s going to take a whole lot longer than we have today.”
“I’d rather focus on my ‘to do to Caleb’ list,” she said, smiling. She kissed his chest and then slid down his body until she’d wrapped his cock in her hand and looked up at him. “If that’s okay with you?”
“I’d say that ranks as not ‘yes,’ but ‘hell, yes,’” he said, his hand settling on the wall, as if he suddenly needed support.
Shay smiled and ran her tongue along the base of his erection. “Oh, yeah,” he said. “Definitely a ‘hell, yes.’”
Hearing the gruff, aroused tone of his voice, Shay felt herself respond. Felt the ache between her thighs, the pinch of her nipples, the need to take him in her mouth. She enjoyed control, she knew she did. To control a man like Caleb, as powerfully hot as he was—that was as big a rush as she could imagine. Aside from maybe him controlling her, as contradictory as that might seem.
She lapped at the head and twirled her tongue around the ridge. He moaned and she sucked a few inches into her mouth, then a few more, slowly, deeply. Caleb’s hand came down on her head, and Shay reveled in the thrust of his hips. In the proof that she was driving him to the edge, pleasuring him. She caressed his powerful legs, the flex of his nice tight backside, could feel his balls tighten, feel the desperation in his thrusts. Taste the salty promise that she would soon bring him to satisfaction, when he murmured her name, and pulled back.