Page 35 of A Touch of Frost
“Mrs. Rambo is actually blushing because I’m shirtless?”
I groaned and headed for the door. He stopped me by placing himself between me and my escape.
“I get it, okay?” I lifted my head to meet his eyes. “Men don’t usually think woman when they look at me, or they do, but once they find out what I am—so of course, the concept of me blushing would be foreign to you.”
“First of all,” I said. “We’re not talking about other men right now. We’re talking about me.”
“Okay. Fine. You don’t see a woman when you look at me. Or you did until you found out what I’m really capable of. You wouldn’t expect me to be shy when you walk out looking all kinds of Jason Statham.”
“Is that your way of saying you find me sexy?”
I grunted. “You know the answer to that. I can’t…I shouldn’t want…”
“You shouldn’t want what?”
I shoved at his chest and he took a step away.
“I’m not going to lie and say the concept you can pull the trigger without a second thought doesn’t make me feel a certain kind of way. But I understand you’re a soldier.”
“Were.”
He frowned. “Were a soldier.”
I stepped away from him and head once more toward the bathroom.
“For the record.” Jesse called after me.
I shouldn’t have stopped. Everything that happened in that room over the last few minutes should have kept me going.
“I see a woman when I look you.” He admitted. “It’s kind of hard hiding those tits and curves.”
I shifted to look at him over my shoulder. He had his back to me—his perfectly muscular back, tattooed and alluring.
“And whatever you want that you think you shouldn’t.” He continued. “I’d happily give it to you.”
The thought to take what I wanted from him rush through my mind. My nipples pulsed into tightness and every part of my body throbbed with arousal. I hadn’t felt anything so powerful since those two minutes I fancied myself in love with Mozart.
Hell—this was new.
No matter how I felt for Mozart all those years ago, this for Jesse was something all together different. This kind of raw attraction was definitely new.
I charged into the bathroom but stopped just before I closed the door. My mind raced with the possibilities.
Instead of locking myself in like I should have done, I rushed back, gripped his shoulder and shoved him until he faced me. I braced my palms to his chest and charged. He stopped against a wall and growled before reaching up and tangling his fingers in my hair.
I gave him no warning.
I pushed to my tiptoes and slammed my mouth to his then spread my lips for him. Jesse growled and plunged his tongue into my mouth, searched for mine then sucked on it. I trembled as I burst into flames.
Jesse tasted like every good thing in the world. His supple lips drank from mine, sending desire charging through me like sparks of electricity.
Everything about him threatened to overwhelm me, to consume me. The fear of losing myself pushed to the front of my head and I pushed away. For some reason, I couldn’t seem to open my eyes. My lips throbbed sweetly and every part of me was alive and reaching out for him.
“Damn.” Jesse murmured.
“Shit.” I muttered. “What did I…oh, hell. I’m sorry.”
“Why?”
