Page 220 of Protective Heroes

What are you doing here, chica?

Taking it an hour at a time. It was the best she could do.

Where was her sister when she needed her? Did it matter? Probably wouldn’t do her any good. Shay would tell her she was out of her flipping mind and she’d agree. But she was too deep to turn around now. Not that she really wanted to.

How could she forget how Reece and Caden made her feel? How could she not want more of the same?

But where were they?

If she was a betting woman, she would have said five minutes tops before the men were in here with her, but close to fifteen minutes had passed since she’d climbed the stairs alone. She let out a sigh. Men could be so frustrating. What if they were regretting their little foreplay back on their plane? What if they realized making a pass at their assistant was a bad idea after all?

Abigail turned to the water for another rinse. Instead, she crashed nose first into a wall of naked muscle. Strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her close. Water cascaded over her face, and she sputtered to catch her breath.

A masculine chuckle worked over her, the sound as soothing as the large hands holding her steady.

She didn’t need to see him to know which one was in the shower with her. “Caden, you scared me to death.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. The view was too beautiful to tamper with.”

“You should give a warning next time you plan on sneaking up on me.”

“Yes, ma’am. Noted and filed.” Caden moved his broad back in front of the water to block the spray from hitting her in the face. She wiped off the excess water before settling her hands on his solid chest.

He pressed her closer and that was when she realized his chest wasn’t the only bare part of him touching her.

Her core tightened.

What really caught her full attention was the indent to his hips that dipped to a very impressive, pulsing cock lightly bouncing between them.

“Hope you don’t mind. Thought I’d join you in the shower.” He angled his head and spoke in a husky voice. He worked in the right amount of heat because the warmth that hit her from head to toe stole every ounce of air, leaving her panting in his arms. She didn’t know how, but he knew exactly how to push all her buttons.

Repeatedly.

Not giving her time to adjust to having him so close and so naked, Caden swooped in and gathered her face between his palms, planting warm kisses along her cheeks, forehead then the very tip of her nose. “I love you all flushed and feisty. If I could bottle up your essence, it would be the most intoxicating drug in the world, baby, and every man would gladly take it just to have a part of you.”

“And how about you? Am I your kind of poison, Caden?”

“Oh, Abigail, you were made for me and I’ll prove it before too long.”

“Maybe it will be a sunrise for three?”

She gave him her sexiest smile and ran her fingers over the dips and grooves of his chest. A dark thought settled over her, erasing the smile.

“Where’s Reece?”

“Give him a little time, sweetheart—he’ll come around. He just needs to pull his shit together and drop the demons that ride him a little harder than the rest of us.”

It burned a hole in her heart to think it was her he didn’t want. On their flight, he hadn’t participated much in their amorous moment. He’d made sure she was content and pleasured, but he’d let Caden take the reins. What kept him disconnected? Hell, he was the one that had kissed her first. Her face burned and the damn butterflies started up their torture again. She hated not knowing where she stood, and these two had kept her at a constant tilt for too long now.

Reece was the damn king of sending mixed signals. She didn’t know what was real and what was a front for others. What would it take to get him to see she wanted this as much as she thought he did? She bit her lip, her chest tightened and all she wanted was to put her arms around him and kiss the man senseless.

“It kills me to see that tortured look tarnish such a beautiful face.”

Both she and Caden swiveled to face Reece who stood in the doorway, his shoulder propped on the wood, hair mussed in a sexy mess and barefooted. His ankles crossed and hands shoved in his pockets. A look of uncertainty twisted his features.

Abigail held Caden’s gaze for just a second before he nodded. He moved to the side and held her hand while she stepped out of the open-style shower. Water trailed ribbons down her body to make small pools along the red Spanish tiles, but she paid no mind to them. She only had eyes for Reece. His face turned pained, dark.

She faltered in her step.

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