The Fall of Shane MacKade (The MacKade Brothers 4)

She couldn’t breathe, was sure her heart had stopped. Her body curved back like a pulled bowstring. Staggered, undone, she stroked her hands up her own quivering body, from belly to breasts, then up over her hair, where they linked as if to anchor her.

He’d never seen anything more beautiful, more arousing, more exciting, than Rebecca lost in pleasure. He watched her head fall back, saw the intensity of the climax that ripped through her. To savor the moment, he held himself still, let her absorb every instant of that first assault of sensation.

Then she began to rock, and that rhythmic demand spurred him to match it. Faster, until speed was all that mattered. When he could no longer wait for her, he clutched her hands, took her, and dragged her under with him.

When his mind cleared a little, he realized that the sun had set and the room was soft with shadows. And that he had never in his life felt more content.

He waited until she lay still, her body sprawled limply over his, her breathing almost steady.

“So, where do you want to go now?”

Her laugh started out low in her throat, then rumbled out, the way he liked it best. “Why don’t we try that mountain chalet? Snow would be a nice change of pace.”

“Good thinking. After dinner, we can—”

“After dinner, hell.” Eyes wicked, she lifted her head and began to nibble on him.

“Ah, listen, baby, I…” His breath hitched when she slid down and scraped her teeth over his nipple. “Maybe if you could give me a few minutes to…” Her hand slid lower, much lower. His oath was soft, reverent.

“You’ve got a reputation to uphold,” she murmured, deciding she liked the idea of playing seductress with an exhausted man. “I’ve heard around town that you’re…let’s say insatiable.”

“Yeah, well. People exaggerate. A little.” Ten minutes, he thought. No, five, he told himself, watching her neat, narrow, naked body slither over his. He just needed five minutes to recover. “Listen, why don’t we— Man, you’re getting good at that.”

She looked up, laughing, thrilled with herself. “I have a photographic memory, in case you’ve forgotten, and a very quick mind.”

“You’re telling me. Anyway, why don’t we take a shower, or maybe a little nap? I don’t think I’d be much good to you at the moment.” He gulped in air when her busy mouth trailed lower. He wondered if his eyes crossed. “Then again, maybe I could handle it after all.”

“I think we can count on it.”

They did take a shower, later. She watched Shane stick his head under the spray and groan in appreciation. From behind, she wrapped her arms tight around him and pressed her mouth to his wet back.

“Jeez, woman, do I look like a rabbit?” But he turned to her, always willing to try.

“No.” Laughing, she lifted her hands to his streaming hair. “That was to thank you.”

“Okay.” He dumped shampoo on her hair and scrubbed. “For what?”

She blinked as lather dripped, stinging, into her eyes. “You must have been tired and hungry when you came in. But you wanted to take my mind off things.”

“Yeah, it was a hardship, all right. I don’t know how I got through it.” Amused, he nudged her under the spray.

“I mean it.” She sputtered, tried unsuccessfully to wipe her eyes. “You were wonderful. I’ll never forget it.”

“That’s what they all say.” He grinned when she turned and gave him a narrow-eyed stare. “Kidding.”

“You know, of course, that most accidents in the home occur in the bathroom.”

“I’ve heard that. Gotta watch your step.”

“Watch yours.”

He put his hands on the tile and boxed her in. “Remember the first time we made love in here? Sure you do, you don’t forget anything.”

She lifted her brows. “You’re not going to distract me that way.”

“I could if I wanted.” He lowered his mouth to hers. “But if I don’t eat, I’m going to fall down.”

“How about if I make you soup?”