Page 76 of A Touch of Frost
“All this is new to me.” I admitted. “When I asked you to help me in the shower, I never thought you’d agree to it. I’m supposed to be strong—a soldier.”
“Not in my bed.” He replied. “Abigail, what I want is you. I don’t want a soldier. I don’t want a ride or die. I want you. You never have to be anything but yourself with me. My ego isn’t that fragile.”
“Are you sure?”
He met my gaze. “I’m sure.”
“There are certain things a good man deserves from his woman.”
Jesse cleared his throat. “Hold up. Are you saying that you’re my woman?”
“Would you focus for a second?” I smacked his butt.
Jesse merely smirked at me. “I’ll reserve that question for later.”
“I’m sure.” I sneezed. “Like I was saying. There are certain things a good man deserves from his woman. I know looks aren’t everything. I get that. But I feel like you deserve the sexy things, the lingerie, the candlelight, the rose petals…”
My cheeks heated as I admitted all that out loud.
“Frost…”
“I want to be that woman.” I continued as if he hadn’t said anything, even stepping from the shower to grab a towel. He didn’t follow me, so I glanced back to see he was lathering his body. I dried off, wrapped a second towel around my body and waited for him by sitting on the side of the bed.
“Let me ask you this.” Jesse had a towel wrapped low around his hips exposing that V shape that made smart women dumb. “Would being all that for me make you happy? Would it help you in anyway?”
“Does it need to?”
“Of course.” I he replied, kneeling in front of me. “If we’re going to do this, Abigail, we’ll do it. But we’ll do it right.”
“Then, to answer your question.” I held his hands. “Yes.”
“Tell me what you would get out of it.”
“It would make me feel sexy.” I admitted, closing my eyes. “Make me feel like a woman—you know? I mean, any woman that says she doesn’t want to feel sexy for their man is lying. I’ve spent my entire adult life searching for that feeling women talk about. And the only time I felt anything close to that was when I was in your arms.”
He released one of my hand and framed my cheek.
“You don’t like the idea.”
“I love the idea.” Jesse smiled up at me.
When I smiled at him, Jesse exhaled and rose slowly, leaning me back into the bed. As his body pressed me into the surface behind me, I realized how much I’d missed him. I gripped his sides and Jesse leaned forward to kiss my neck, then my shoulder.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Jesse panted. “Shit—I’ll give you a few days to heal up.”
“You won’t hurt me.” I nipped at his shoulder then reached down to pull the towel off him.
Sinking my fingers into his cheeks made him growl and lick at my chin.
“Besides.” I bit his shoulder. “It would hurt so good.”
Jesse kissed me deeply.
I gritted my teeth and rolled us over. The towel fell off as I sat astride him. I tossed my head back as he reached up to cup my breasts. He played with my nipples, sending electricity humming through me.
Gripping his arms, I pulled his hands away and shifted down his body. Feeling his skin hot and pulsing under my lips stirred a passion in me I hadn’t felt before.
Each fall of my lips made him moan. Every swirl of my tongue or pass of my fingertips made him tremble for me and I wanted it to happen again and again.
