Page 63 of A Touch of Frost
“How can you make me feel so sexy?” I shifted back to ask.
Jesse laced his fingers with mine and lifted the hand to his lips. The heat of his breath on my skin was marvelous.
“You’re sexy, Abigail.” Jesse told me, turning his head to brush his lips against my forehead.
A soft knock sounded at the door and Frost moaned, kissed me then sat up. “Yeah?”
“We might have something on Striker.” Black Widow replied. “So, put your panties back on and let’s talk.”
My cheeks flushed.
“Do you think they know what we were doing in here?” Jesse asked.
“They aren’t deaf or dumb.” I scrambled from the bed to gather my clothes.
“Is that what the military does for asses?” Jesse asked.
When I looked at him, he was lounging backward with his arms folded behind his head, his muscular body calling me back to bed.
“Don’t be an ass.” I blushed.
He laughed out loud. “I fear you might have missed my point, Abigail!”
I trembled at the way he said my name but threw my bra at him. “Behave.”
Jesse caught it and placed it between his teeth. On second thought, whipping that at him was a bad idea because, now I was pretty sure he was going to tease me and bribed me to get it back. He pushed to his knees and crawled to the foot of the bed.
“Want it back?” He asked around the material.
“What’s it going to cost me?” I kissed his cheeks, then his nose then between his eyes.
Jesse pulled the bra away to kiss my mouth. “A punishment to be doled out later.”
I arched a brow but accepted the bra. “I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?”
Jesse merely smirked at me then began getting dressed as well.
When I exited the room to join the others all smirked at me, but I was grumpy. Being in Jesse’s arms was my happy place and Striker was an irritant I needed to snuff out for interrupting.
“He’d better be dead.” I muttered. “Or I’ll shoot him myself.”
Black Widow choked but leaned forward to turn the laptop to show me what they’d found. It seemed Striker was going around trying to rebuild his little army. He’d been careful. Lizard found him by talking to a few homeless men who’d been approached by Striker.
It seemed he hadn’t left Montenegro. My guess was someone was hiding him in the slums. It was going to be next to impossible to find out where Striker was laying his head in the ghetto.
“Widow.” I turned to my best friend.
She nodded and brought up the aerial photos Tex had found. While she worked, I looked up to notice Paul was out of bed and was standing at the door watching us. When our eyes met, Paul left and I exhaled and drew to my full height.
“Widow, let me know when you find something.” I told her.
“Mhmm.” She was distracted.
I smiled since she’d always been like that. I should know better than to have a talk with her when she was so deep into something.
Though I wasn’t sure why, I followed Paul through the house and out to the back steps. I watched as he gripped the rail and slowly inched his way down to the rail looking over the village below then outward to sea.
I stood beside him, staring in the same direction.
