Gabriel - Jessie Cooke Page 0,38

side of his body. He knew he was sore, but hadn’t noticed them; they had to be from getting tossed back and forth in his tangle with the gator. Next, he peeled off his shorts and boxers and then carefully, on one foot, he pulled the shower door back open and hobbled in. The warm water felt good on his sore body and for several minutes he leaned one hand into the tile and let the spray massage his skin. When he lifted his head he reached for the shower gel she had on the little caddy, noticing that it said “Spring Flower Fresh,” before popping the lid. His aching cock had begun to release the blood that accumulated in it before, until he smelled that. It was how Patrice smelled, like being out in the middle of a field of flowers, and he loved it. He poured some into his palm and when he tried to put it back on the shelf, it slipped out of his hand and fell to the floor, striking his sore foot before it bounced off and hit the tile under his feet. His strangled cry brought Patrice flying back into the bathroom.

She froze for a second at the glass door but recovered quickly and pulled it open. “What happened? Are you okay?” Her eyes were on his face, but once again his entire body was reacting as if she had her hands all over him. He forgot about the pain in his foot and without thinking, he leaned forward and pressed his lips into hers. For a second, she froze and he started to pull back, but suddenly her arms were around his shoulders and clothes and all, she was inside the small shower space with him. The kiss was amazing, long and sweet, tongues tangled and lips caressing each other. His hands were in her already damp hair and he slid one of them down the side of her face to her shoulder, using his thumb to caress her collarbone. Patrice was breathless when she pulled out of the kiss and looked up at him with those sexy blue eyes. With what looked like an embarrassed grin she said, “Maybe I should take my clothes off?” It was phrased like a question, so Gabe answered her immediately:

“Absolutely. You want some help?”

She smiled again and moved his hand back to the wall. “I’ve got this. You hold on.” He did, but he didn’t take his eyes off her. First, she pulled her blouse off over her head, tossing it over the top of the shower frame into the bathroom floor. Underneath it she had on a light blue lace bra. The tops of her breasts swelled out of the cups and Gabe caught a gasp in his throat as he watched her reach back and unclasp it. He was holding his breath when she pulled it off with one hand, but that came out in a loud rush and she smiled at him again. She had to step back to take off her pants, but that was okay because it gave him an even better view. The jeans took her some time to peel off, but then she was left in nothing but a pair of tiny blue panties that matched the bra she’d been holding, and Gabe’s full heart was in his throat, keeping him from being able to swallow, and making it hard for him to breathe. By the time she finally pulled those panties off he was so hard that it was painful, and he’d forgotten about any pain, anywhere else in his body.

“God, you’re so beautiful.”

She ran her eyes over his body, causing him to shudder, before stepping forward enough so that he could feel her hard nipples against his chest. She reached her arms up around his shoulders again and pressed his head down so their lips were almost touching and said, “So are you. I have to confess, I never peeked...but damn, baby, now I’m regretting it.”

Gabe laughed and kissed her again. This kiss was even hotter and more passionate. The feel of her naked body sliding against him with nothing but the warm water between them was almost enough to make his head explode. Patrice let her lips slip from his and he felt them on his cheek, and sliding down toward his neck. Gabe let his head drop back slightly, giving her access to his neck, and she didn’t disappoint. She took her time, kissing