Chapter Eight

"Oh, so that's where they are," Shay yelled.

"Did you say something," Frank asked, entering the bedroom carrying a bottle of wine and two crystal wine glasses.  He laughed loudly seeing Shay laying face down and naked as the day she was born, hanging over the edge looking underneath the bed.

"My sandals.  You really did put them under the bed," she said, looking up with a grin.  She scrambled to a sitting position and took the two glasses he held out to her.  "Damn, you're sexy," she stated, her sky-blue eyes darkening with desire as her gazed drifted down his nude body, lingering on his semi-aroused member.

He grinned sexily as he poured the magenta liquid into each glass.  "Slide over, mon cadeau," he instructed after setting the bottle on the nightstand and taking the glasses from her.

A soft smile appeared on her face as she scooted over to give him room beside her and reached for the wine glass he offered.  "My gift" he had said.  She sighed happily, although she couldn't help wondering if he truly had feelings for her or if what they were sharing was pure animalistic lust.

Her thoughts turned briefly to her son and she decided she needed to know just where this was headed.  She didn't have time to waste on casual, however intense and satisfying, sex.  "Vous parlez le français? Dites-moi que vous ne pouvez pas vivre sans moi.

Frank sat on the edge of the bed, turning enough to face her.  Just exactly how did he feel about her?  She had never left his thoughts during those thirteen months she had disappeared and when she waltzed back into his life, he felt as though he'd been punched drunk from the realization of just how much he had wanted her.  Having chalked it up to wanting something you couldn't have, he ignored the feelings of jealousy and possessiveness that had reared its head whenever she whispered to Jake or joked with Cody.  He wanted her, yes, all of her, he realized.  For his eyes only.  Forever.

He looked into her eyes, which gazed earnestly at him.  She was as afraid of what he would say as much as she was anxious to hear his answer.  He slowly lifted his glass and touched its rim to hers.  "Vous êtes l'air que je respire, mon amour."  He watched as the apprehension slipped from her beautiful features and an exquisite smile formed on her lips.

Shay's smiled faded briefly as she brought the glass up to her lips just as Frank decided to venture further onto the bed causing the wine in her glass to slosh over the rim and trickle down her chin, dribbling droplets onto her breasts and forming a tiny pool in her navel.

He took the glass from her hand and set it on the nightstand beside his glass.  Pushing her gently back into the  pillow, he kissed her deeply before following the trail the wine had left.  Licking and sucking seductively, his lips and tongue traveled the silky trail of skin under her chin; pausing to tantalize the soft hollow of her throat, eliciting a soft moan from Shay.  When his lips closed over an already hardened nipple, Shay whimpered her pleasure and wound her fingers in his short hair.

His lips slowly traveled the valley between her breasts to suckle the wine from her neglected breast.  Devilishly he took the hardened nub between his teeth and bit gently causing her to cry out in delight before he moved downward to erotically lick the wine from her navel, making her squirm beneath him.

"Dites que vous êtes les miens, mon bien-aimé," he demanded huskily.

His words barely registered at first.  He had said something similar the previous night.  This time instead of staking claim to her, he was demanding she declare his claim as truth.  "Say you are mine, my beloved," he just demanded.  Shay was losing herself within the rapturous feel of his mouth and tongue as they worked their magic further south, finding the sweet trigger of her bliss.

"Un cadeau pour seulement vous, mon tigre chéri," she cried softly as she shuddered uncontrollably under his skillful ministrations.

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Shay stood unmoving under the streaming hot water of the shower, allowing it to massage and sooth her muscles.  She sighed as the hot water worked its magic and a stray thought crept into her mind that if Frank maintained this level of sexual prowess, he would put her into an early grave.  The man was insatiable.  Not that she minded, she just hadn't been aware that a man could go for such lengths of time, or that her body could be bent in so many different ways.  Somehow, she had the feeling he still had a few surprises up his sleeve for her.

A knock on the glass door of the shower drew her attention from her steamy thoughts of Frank Donovan's sexual ability. 

"Want some company?" she heard him ask over the noise of the shower.  His voice held a mixture of amusement and eroticism.  They had hardly slept and here he was, raring to go.  "Sure, Tiger," she heard herself responding in spite of her earlier thoughts.

He opened the door slowly and stepped inside the large shower.  His eyes darkened instantly to the sight of Shay's body, slick and wet, her hair was plastered to the sides of her face and partially covered her breasts.  He felt the sweet ache of desire tighten his groin as he edged closer to her. 

Shay backed up against the slick rose-colored tiles as he advanced toward her.  The tiles were cool against her heated backside and caused her to shudder.  His look was predatory, hungry and she felt her body turn liquid under his intense gaze.  He stepped closer, the spray of the shower beating against the firm muscles of his chest.  He placed his hands flat on the tile on either side of her head and pressed the full length of his hard body against her soft curves. 

"Tiger," she moaned her pet name for him as she felt the hardness of his erection press against the soft moistness at the juncture of her thighs. 

His response was a low growl that emanated from deep in his chest as he bit the soft skin of her shoulder.  He slowly ran a hand from her shoulder downward, pausing to knead her breast and tease the hardened nipple with his thumb.  Shay instinctively parted her legs, allowing him access to her center that throbbed incessantly, begging for the feel of him.  Any part of him; it did not matter as long as he satisfied the exquisite ache at her very center.

"This is madness," she whimpered as he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist, one hand gripping his shoulder, the other holding onto the towel rod beside her for dear life as he pressed her back into the tiles, thrusting himself deep within her slick opening.

"There's only one cure for this madness," he growled, driving forcefully inward, eliciting a scream of delight from his mate.  She whimpered when he pulled himself completely from her tight sheath and grinned with wicked excitement as he plunged himself deep inside. 

Shay let go of the towel rod and clutched his shoulders wildly, digging her nails into his taught muscles.  The feel of the hot water spraying her already heated skin, Frank's dominating, primal lust and her own overwhelming passion made her head spin.  When he dipped his head to take one of her nipples into his mouth, biting the hardened pebble none too gently, Shay cried out her pleasure and shuddered wildly within the circle of his arms.

She looked at him from under lids heavy with passion, his features contorting with each savage thrust.  His chocolate eyes locked onto hers as he climaxed and moaned her name before his mouth ground against hers in a demanding kiss. 

He lowered her gently and collapsed against her.  She wrapped her arms around his waist and held him tightly.  "You okay, Tiger?" she asked after a few moments and he made no attempt to move.

He only nodded, still too worn out to speak.

She smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to his neck.  "When we get out of the shower, I'm calling the boss to tell him I can't possibly come in to work today."

Frank chuckled loudly against her shoulder.  "Damn good idea.  I think I will, too."

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Laughter engulfed him as he watched Shay on the small horse that rocked from the tightly wound spring that spiraled into the ground at the park that was a few blocks from her hotel.  Holding D.J. on his lap, he watched as the child's mother played, carefree, and undaunted by the stress that had plagued her over the last year. 


"Just between you and me, Donovan Jacob," Frank said, ruffling the child's hair, "your mom may be a bit of a child at heart, but that's part of her charm."

D.J. stared at his mom's new friend before smiling knowingly.  He had learned in his short life that adults thought babies were not very aware of their surroundings or the ways of the world.  He, however, knew differently.  Having watched his mother's change over the past week, he knew this was the happiest he had ever seen her.  Something about the man who was holding him made his mom very happy, so D.J. decided that he liked this man with the fuzzy stuff on his face very much.  To prove that point, he threw up all over the man's shirt.

Frank's loud gasp of concern drew Shay's attention to the park bench where Frank sat with D.J.  She could see that the baby had "oops'd", as Thomas called it when D.J. had an accident, and worried how Frank would react.  She headed toward the bench quickly.

"What was that all about, Donovan Jacob?" he asked, good-naturedly.  He reached into the diaper bag and pulled out a cloth diaper and wiped D.J.'s mouth and chin.  He looked up when Shay's hand closed around his and took the cloth from his hand.

She raised an amused brow as she wiped the mess from Frank's shirt.  "Well, it seems D.J. approves of you, Agent Donovan.  He only pukes on people he loves," she said, smiling.  She breathed a sigh of relief when Frank returned her smile, a bright smile that reached his eyes.

Frank laughed at that thought.  "Well, then I'll know he worships the ground I walk on the first time he squirts me when I change his diaper."

The thought of Frank Donovan not only changing poopy diapers, but getting whizzed on by the baby made Shay break out in a fit of laughter, causing her to sink to her knees.

Her laughter was contagious and he joined in willingly.  He offered his free hand to Shay to help her off the ground before he placed D.J. in his stroller.  "Come on, Mom, we better get D.J. home."

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mon cadeau  =my gift

Vous parlez le français ? Dites-moi que vous ne pouvez pas vivre sans moi. =You speak French?  Tell me you can't live without me.

Vous êtes l'air que je respire, mon amour. =You are the air I breathe, my love

Dites que vous êtes les miens, mon bien-aimé =say you are mine, my beloved

Un cadeau pour seulement vous, mon tigre chéri =a gift for only you, my darling tiger