His touch felt...so good.

His hands were so strong, and the way they slid over her body... He made her feel soft.

And yet again, the feelings she normally associated with that weren’t there. There was no fear. No sense of being weak. No, she felt... She felt wonderful.

He moved his hands back up to her shoulders, kneading her tight muscles with his thumbs, and she let her head roll back, resting on his arm as he pleasured her in an entirely different way now.

He moved his hand down again, and this time when he touched her breast he lingered there, sliding his thumb in low, slow circles around her nipple. Pinching her lightly, before circling again.

She turned her head up toward him and he dipped his head, kissing her in a rhythm that matched the way he was touching her breast.

She sighed and arched upward, into his touch, into his kiss.

This did not feel like it was beyond her. This felt easy. Natural. Felt right.

He removed his hands, and she made a small sound in protest until she realized he was taking his boots off.

He stood for a moment, shucking off his jeans and underwear before walking stark naked over to the bathroom counter.

She took a moment to admire his body. That broad, muscular back, the way his waist tapered in. His butt.

She had never been a big one for Wrangler butt. All the girls around her at amateur barrel racing events had gone on and on about it. Jamie had just been there to race.

She didn’t know about Wrangler butt or not. But Gabe Dalton’s butt was a thing of beauty. His thighs were muscular, and she had the strangest urge to take a bite out of one of them.

She didn’t know why the idea of putting her teeth on him was arousing. But it was.

Maybe because everything about him was arousing.

He picked up a condom packet and brought it back over to the tub, setting it on the rounded lip carefully.

“Scoot up, princess. I’m coming in.”

Princess.

No one had ever called her that before.

It was like Gabe was bound and determined to make a laundry list of firsts for her. Even when they were things she had never noticed or thought about before.

He pushed out her shoulders gently, and she leaned forward. Then he planted one foot in the tub behind her, then the other, sliding down slowly so that he was behind her, and her head was now resting against his muscular chest.

“This works for me.”

He went back to massaging her, back to her breasts, where he teased and tormented her until she was wiggling against him.

She could feel his erection, firm and insistent against her back. Could feel how much he was enjoying this, too.

If he put his hand between her legs, he would feel just how wet she was.

And as if he read her mind, he slipped his fingers between her thighs then, delving between her folds and stroking her. Those calloused fingers creating just the right amount of friction and sending little ripples of pleasure through her body.