As Danny laid back he thought life couldn't possibly get any better than this. He was relaxed, surrounded by warmth, good music on the stereo, a beer in his hand.
And most importantly a naked, wet Montana behind him.
If baths had been like this when he was a child he never wouldn't have tried to escape them.
"I'm still not sure why I had to be in the back," she muttered, every word pressing her breasts against his back.
Good Lord her breasts were so completely amazing.
It was ten days after the hostage situation, his fingers were still splinted, but his ribs had healed, enough for him to comfortably lounge with Montana in a real bath, after managing with just sponge baths for over a week.
He'd wanted a shower, he was not a bath man, but Lindsay had been too afraid he'd fall and hit his head or something else that would hurt him further, so he'd worked that worry into wrangling some time with her when she was both wet and naked.
Although he'd prefer her to be another type of wet….and maybe under him, but she was steadfastly refusing to have that discussion until he was one hundred perfect healed.
The constant hard on he had around her told him he was plenty healed and ready for a repeat of their night on the pool table.
Still, Lindsay was here, with him, and naked, sex or no sex, he couldn't imagine a better way to spend a day.
"Remember, I'm hurtin' Montana, you wouldn't want to put too much pressure on my ribs."
He could practically see her eyes rolling, "Well can you at least move forward a little bit, you're squishing me."
He turned his head to the side, sliding down a little so he could look up at her and pressed an open-mouthed kiss under her chin, "I like squishing you."
Her arms tightened around his chest and her eyes closed as his teeth scrapped along her skin.
"Don't get out of control, cowboy, you're still on limited physical activity."
"Hmmm," he said, trying to reach her lips, even as she pulled them out of reach, "Montana there's only one physical activity I'm interested in and I'm plenty ready for it."
She shook her head, "you are not."
He let out a grunt and brought the beer to his lips.
"Don't rush that, you're not getting another," she told him.
He sighed, "You really know how to ruin a man's fun, Montana. I don't need the pain pills."
"You don't right now, but you might later." She held him just slightly tighter, making sure not to hurt him, "Besides I want you to take perfect care of yourself so you're better as quickly as possible."
He couldn't keep the smile off his face. It was amazing how a few words from this woman could make him feel. Of course, he'd choose to reply with sarcasm, "Aww, Montana, you do care."
She laughed, "Hmmm….purely selfish reasons. I need you in perfect health so we can try that pool table out again."
He groaned, "You are cruel, Montana, very very cruel."
She kissed his neck, "Shut up and enjoy your bath, Messer."
"Yes ma'am," he said, and snuggled back up against her.
Damn, had he mentioned how much he loved her breasts?