Betrayal of the Dove - By Capri Montgomery Page 0,18
task that she wondered if he even noticed he had an audience. She was impressed at his skill, although with him being a security expert maybe she really shouldn’t have been so in awe of the work he was doing. What also impressed her was the nice set of muscles that were hidden underneath his shirt. From the tight biceps that she could see she imagined the rest of him was just as tight and even with the white cotton t-shirt covering his chest and back she could still make out a silhouette of the muscles beneath. He was solid, and if there was any un-solidified fat on the man’s body, it couldn’t have been too much.
She could tell he liked to take care of his body. She liked that because she liked to take care of hers too. She loved going for her nature hikes up Camel Back Mountain. She liked getting into Tempe to the rock gym and climbing—it was the beginner wall, but she could still climb. She had a slight fear of heights…maybe slight was an understatement because she was extremely afraid of them. She was also extremely stubborn and she refused to let fear stop her, so she bought a few day passes at first and rented the shoes and equipment in order to face her fears. Her first few times she hadn’t gotten very far off the ground. Mitchell O’Grady had covertly helped talk her down when she froze mid-wall. She just couldn’t move and that pissed her off because it was such a silly fear to let control her. She could hike up to the top of a mountain, but she couldn’t climb up the beginner wall at a rock gym. Of course when she managed to reach the top of the mountain she never went close enough to the edge to get scared. She made sure she stayed far back, where it was safe. She could have quit going to the gym and been satisfied with just the hiking, but she wanted to get over her fear, to conquer it instead of letting it conquer her, so she bought her own shoes, her own harness, chalk and ropes and she went back. She bought a year long pass so she wouldn’t have any excuse not to go. She was still on the beginner wall, but at least she was closer to the top before panic set in so she felt as if she was making progress there.
In addition to hiking and climbing she did Pilates every morning and Yoga every night. Maybe everything on her body wasn’t perfectly solid like she wanted it to be, there was still a little flab around her abs—at least she considered it flab, but even without the rock solid swimsuit model abs, she would still say her body looked pretty darn good. She was in shape, and she liked her men that way too. She didn’t like them too tall, mostly because she was so short and having her brothers tower over her all her life made her go for guys who were a little shorter than a lot of women typically went for—not that Shane was short in her book. He was five-nine and fine…very fine.
She tried to force her eyes to look elsewhere after he finished the lock and joined her. If he did notice her watching him then she at least had an excuse because while he was working with the lock she could just say she was focused on what he was doing, which wouldn’t be a lie really because for about thirty seconds she really was focused on what he was doing. The rest of the time she was completely focused on the man. While he was eating lunch she didn’t have any excuse for watching him, but she had glanced at him once or twice—or more. The way he took a bite out of his sandwich, possessing it completely as his, made her think about what else the man could do with a mouth like that. Those lips looked soft and inviting, and expertly skilled. She would bet he was a good kisser. She was getting turned on just from watching the man eat. And when a slither of sandwich spread attached itself to his lips, and he stuck his tongue out and licked it off, she thought she might melt right there on the spot. Oh, what she wouldn’t give to be that sandwich right now. He could hold