Page 20 of Protected By West (San Antonio S.W.A.T. #1)

He managed to barely acknowledge it, since it was preferable to something lower. No man likes to know that his dick was a heartbeat away from a sharp elbow strike.

Tracy was the first one to step under the spray and just that one moment, watching that water coursing down over her body? It made his whole vision narrow onto her.

He kicked off the last of his clothes and stepped under the shower.

Weston moved his hands over her arms, keeping them from other... more sensitive parts. He wanted to touch her everywhere, but the bed was much more comfortable, and the sound of the shower would drown out those little sighs that he loved hearing while he had his mouth on her.

He did hear her laughter. "Thank god this shower is big enough for the two of us."

He reached past her and picked up the shower gel. "Need some help?"

She rolled her eyes and gave him a come-hither look. "Maybe we can spend a little time in here."

"Whatever the lady wants... the lady gets." Weston squeezed out some gel into his palm and reached out to put the bottle away. "Let me help-"

Tracy took the bottle from his hands and squeezed some out onto her palm before setting it back. "What we have here, Ranger Cooper, is a cooperative situation."

He raised a brow at her words, but it really didn't matter what she was teasing him with. The look in her eyes promised a good time. Dealing with her sass all day? It kept him on edge and smiling, but it also had him half hard from the time she’d arrived at his house.

Tracy rubbed her hands together and he copied her movements, his breath catching in his throat.

When she reached for him, he reached for her, and he found himself spreading soap over her back and lower.

Her curves were mouthwatering bare, but feeling them with his hands slippery with soap?

He couldn't help the groan that echoed off the walls.

"You like what you feel?"

He leaned in and spread soap all the way to the backs of her thighs. "Oh, yeah. I like it a lot."

She leaned in and spread soap all over his chest, his belly, and down-

Weston saw stars.

He hadn't felt this turned on since he'd gotten his hands on a copy of Esquire with a feature on Christina Hendricks and discovered the miracle of 1950s fashion.

But the moment that Tracy's hand reached the base of his dick and her other hand reached just a little further down, he completely forgot about any other women.

His teenage fantasies were erased and filled with a woman who'd lit him on fire with a throaty laugh and a little bit of sass.

"You, okay?"

He knew that she was asking him a question but getting his brain and his mouth to work together was a little difficult at the moment.

She leaned in and placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss on his neck and that had the same effect to his brain as jump-starting his first car.

His brain came roaring back to life and started all kinds of systems on overload.

The control that she'd had on him did a tight U-turn as he backed her up against the wall.

Her breath was pushed out of her lungs when her back came into contact with the tile.

"You, okay?" He asked, a little worried that he'd hurt her with his movements.

She shook her head, sending a spray of water against his chest.

A quick look down saw those droplets coursing down and breaking up the suds that she'd worked up over his skin.

"It's the tile. No matter how warm the water is in a shower, the tiles always feel like ice against my skin."

He nodded, his brain shifting gears.

"Well, we can't have that."

Bringing his hands back up to her hips, Weston turned her around to face the wall.

"It's going to suck that I can't have your hands on me, but if you touch me again, I won't be able to keep my shit together."

Tracy looked back over her shoulder and gave him a look that he was quickly becoming addicted to. "Go ahead." She winked at him. "Don't hold back. I don't need it gentle."

He felt his whole-body tense for a moment and he felt a little bit like a wolf staring at a pretty little lamb.

"Okay." He licked at his lips and tasted water from the shower. Weston found himself wanting to taste it off of her skin. "Gotta give the lady what she wants."

Weston was glad that they'd already gone through the discussion about safety because it was about to save him from having to walk across his bedroom to the bedside table.

Reaching out, he took her hands in his and extended them to the wall. "Brace yourself, gorgeous."

God bless her, she flattened her palms against the tile wall, and he heard her gasp in a breath as his hands moved up her arms to her shoulders before skimming his fingers town her sides to grasp her hips.

He knew his hands were on the rough side. He liked to work with his hands and didn't like gloves when he was doing heavy labor, but feeling the roughened skin of his palms against her soft skin was enough to make him so hard, he ached.

Weston pressed his mouth to her shoulder and placed a line of open-mouthed kisses along her skin to the side of her neck.

He used his hands to skate over her skin, pausing just as he turned his head skimming his lips against the shell of her ear. "Give me a little room, Trace. Spread your legs for me."

He felt her shiver against him, the little furtive movements of her body brought her into contact with his and when she widened her stance on his shower's tile floor it brought her gorgeous ass up against the part of him that was aching to her touch.

Weston heard her warm laughter and brought a hand up to cup her breast.

The sounds coming from her throat changed from a laugh to a soft gasp.

He had to agree with her.

Feeling the warmth and weight of her breast in his hand, his cock hardened even more, thickening between them.

"Thank god the kids went home."

"If one of them came in here and disturbed us, I might have to shoot them."

She laughed. "After I got through with them."

He smiled and adjusted his hold, the very tip of her nipple between his fingers, he pinched it and felt her arch back against him.

"No more talk about the toddlers. I want you, West."

He reached his other arm around her and flattened his palm against her belly, tipping her hips back against him.

"You're going to feel so good around me."

Weston moved his hand from her belly and brought it around, taking hold of his cock at the base he felt a momentary relief from the building tide inside of him. The pain of his hold took a bit of the edge off, but it also made him long for the warmth of her body.

It didn't take more than a moment for him to fit himself against her and the way her body gripped him as she canted her hips back, inviting him in.

He leaned in closer, bringing his chest against her back, he wrapped his arm around her again and held her still as he found his way home.

"Are you ready, babe?"

She drew in a breath and let it out. "I've been waiting for this all day."

Before he moved, she sank back against him, taking him in.

He felt every inch surrounded by her heat and when he was fully seated inside of her, he took one last steadying breath and let go.

It started simply enough with long, sliding thrusts, but before he knew it, it became hotter and harder, going from tip to balls deep in less than a blink of an eye.

Tracy didn't flinch at all, she welcomed him in, her knuckles turning white as she braced herself against the tile wall, her head falling forward.

Was there anything as good in his life as time alone with her?

He doubted it.

He just wanted to have more. More of everything with her.

"M-my legs," she spoke on a moan, "I'm n-not sure I can keep standing."

Weston leaned in further, nipping her earlobe between his teeth. "If they give out, I'll hold you."

She dropped her left hand and folded her fingers together with his, pressing against her belly. "So damn close," she murmured, "you keep this pace up and I might just..."

He pulled back and fastened his mouth over the pulse in her throat.

Weston felt her pulse flutter against his tongue and sucked harder.

She tightened around him, her muscles pulling on him as if they wanted him to stay right where he was.

He knew the signs in his own body. The ache in his lower back, the way his pulse thundered in his neck, his heart pounding.

So damn close.

"Just," she gasped, and he swore he could hear her talking through clenched teeth, "a little... more."

He crowded in, bodily moving her closer to the wall as he urged them both toward the cliff.

He couldn't imagine how it could feel any better than that moment, but it just seemed to get better every second.

"I need this," he bit down on his tongue by accident and even that pain spurred him on, "I need you, Trace."

And that's when he felt it.

It felt like they'd both gone weightless for a moment. Hovering above the world. Joined in one perfect moment of peace.

Until they fell, plummeting to the earth with their hearts pounding to the same rhythm they were feeling together.

TRACY

She didn't know when or how it happened.

One moment she was lost in a wild and frantic passion that she'd never felt before and then she was in bed with Weston drawing her closer. She fell asleep as he draped the covers over them, her heart slowly coming back to earth while her head was still up in the clouds.