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three sides. His lips were gentle on hers, almost like a farewell kiss,
his tongue making love to her mouth.
    When he pulled back, his eyes searched hers. He tugged her
close and held her for a moment.
    She tightened her arms around his middle, not ready to let
him go.
    He turned her in his arms, her body facing one of the wall
showerheads.
    The water hit her nipple, taunting it into a hard peak.
Slides of lust raced from her breast to her core.
    Boone took the nipple in his fingers and played with it,
teasing, using the water's pulses to make her quiver with bliss.
    She laid her head back on his shoulder.
    He slid a hand down her belly to her mound and gently
slapped her bare, wet skin. "You like that?"
    She nodded and spread her legs for him, wanting him to touch
her where her lips swelled and pulsed with need.
    He eased his hand lower and slapped her twice.
    "Mmm." The sting shivered as a wave of desire
through her.
    Pushing a finger into her core, he pinched her nipple and
bit her neck.
    "Oh, God." Her mind flooded with the pleasure of
his triple assault. Reaching back, she grabbed his thighs. Hard and slick, they
ramped up her desire for this man.
    He slid his finger deeper in her slit as his other hand
brushed across her chest to taunt her other nipple, and his mouth sucked her
neck.
    Surges of lust roared through her, and her mind began to
slide into climax.
    When he eased a second finger into her slit, washes of heat
shot up her spine. His thumb touched her clit.
    Gieselle jumped, the tender flesh already tightened and
needy.
    On her clit, his thumb rubbed a pattern designed to make her
go over the top. "Come, Gigi. Now. Cream all over my fingers." He
sucked her earlobe into his mouth and bit. His fingers on her nipple increased
their pace to match the rhythm of the finger fucking he gave her, and his
thumb's beat on her clit.
    A wave of heat struck, swamping her, pulling her under until
she couldn't tell up from down, didn't know if she was standing or falling.
Sounds muted as she rode the wave, crashing with it in a sensual roll of
ecstasy. "Boone!"
    His name echoed in the tiled room. She grounded to shore as
the wave of delight receded, leaving her weak, wet, and quivering.
    He held her, his arms wrapped around her from behind,
bearing the weight her legs wouldn't support.
    "Boone, you didn't warn me you'd be using another
signature move."
    He chuckled and kissed her temple. "I'll give you
notice right now, baby. All my moves are signature."
    "Yay." She turned in his arms and kissed him.
    He took over, tasting her deeply, sucking her tongue into
his mouth for a nibble.
    She slowed the kiss and pulled back. "Damn. You're even
an amazing kisser."
    He smiled. "I'm good with scalp massage, too." He
grabbed the shampoo bottle and turned her to face away from him. "Hang on
to your sanity, 'cause this will make you pure loco."
    She laughed but was soon moaning in pleasure as his strong
fingers did wondrous things to her scalp.
    They washed each other, slowly and thoroughly, exploring and
tasting. After they dried each other, Boone took the fluffy white hotel robes
from their packages, slid her into one, and him into the other. With a towel
wrapped around her hair, she held his hand as he led her into the living room.
    "Hold on." Boone dragged the loveseat in front of
the Christmas tree and flipped the switch on the gas fireplace. He helped her
sit then gestured toward the bar. "Gin and tonic?"
    "I noticed a bottle of red wine. That sounds
nice."
    "Anything else, birthday girl?"
    She tipped her head. "I'd almost forgotten it was my
birthday."
    He opened the wine and poured a tall balloon glass for her
then put an inch of whiskey into a tumbler for himself. He carried them over,
handed her the wine, and set his glass on the end table. Walking back to the
bar, he bent over where she couldn't see him.
    "What are you doing, cowboy?"

Chapter Six
     
    "Just hold on, city girl." A few seconds later,
Boone stood up behind the bar