Page 20 of ELITE Protection
He grabbed her arm and she spun on the heels of the stiff ski boots, stopping only when she smacked into his chest. “I know a lot of ways to warm up that pretty little ass of yours.”
Then he crashed his mouth on hers. The heat of his tongue as he slipped it into her mouth was such a contrast with the ice of his beard pressing against her face. His kiss was hot and demanding as his arms wrapped around her body. His large hand dropped to her derrière as he gently ran his fingers over her cheeks, then cupped them, pulling her into his erection.
She wasn’t sure who pulled away first, or if they both needed air at the same time. She lifted her gloved hands to her face. “Before we do that again, you’re going to wash the ice out of that beard.”
“I’ll shave the fucking thing off if that’s what it takes to be able to kiss you again.” He reached between her legs and cupped her heated mound. “I wouldn’t want to leave whisker burn in such a tender spot.” He ran the tips of his fingers right up the middle of her sex, setting each nerve on fire.
Hannah wanted to melt right there in a pool of lust. She wasn’t sure what had changed Isaac’s mind about having sex with her, but she wasn’t going to complain. The more she was around him, the more she wanted him deep inside her body.
Isaac stepped back. “I prefer to shave with hot water.” He pulled on his boots and left her standing there, wanting him more than she ever wanted any man in her life.
She let out a long slow sigh, hoping it took some of the sexual tension with it. She had a fire to build, beds to make, and a cabin to secure her way. Even though they seemed miles from danger, Aziz’s family had found her in Big Sky. They wanted her bad and would not stop until they had captured or killed her.
She took her bags to the bedroom and was surprised at the king-size bed. The headboard and footboard looked handmade, hewn from local trees. She could see herself wrapped around Isaac, snuggling under the green quilt after they’d had hours of satisfying sex.
Knowing death was not only possible but probable, gave Hannah a completely different perspective on life. She was not about to waste one minute more of hers. She wanted Isaac. He wanted her. Without the voyeurs in Atlanta, she couldn’t see any reason to stop them.
Just in case they had to leave on a moment’s notice again, Hannah decided not to unpack. For years in the Middle East, she’d lived out of bags like the ones that lay at the foot of the bed.
Grabbing several weapons and a roll of duct tape, Hannah returned to the living area. She dispersed handguns and two mini-submachine guns. This time she would tell Isaac exactly where they were located in case he needed them as well. While affixing a pistol to the underside of the cabinet, Hannah heard a vehicle.
Impossible. She had distinctly heard Isaac say there were no roads. At one of their resting stops this morning, he’d explained that everything had been brought in by all-terrain vehicles using different routes each time so as not to create a permanent path.
Gun in hand, Hannah stood in the middle of the room and was pleased to find she could see out in every single direction simply by turning around. She heard the purr of an engine.
Footsteps on the porch drew her attention. She watched Isaac casually walk toward the front door. Only then did she realize the noise she’d heard was the generator, not a vehicle.
Well, damn. She was more on edge than she’d thought. The generators they’d used in the desert coughed and spit, creating so much noise they had to shout if they were anywhere close to one.
Hannah wanted to throw her arms around Isaac the moment he stepped inside, but instead, she returned to hiding the pistol.
“Perimeter is secure, all the motion sensors are working perfectly, the pump is primed, and the propane gas is on,” he reported as he took off his jacket and hung it on one of the pegs. He glanced at the fireplace and then at her. “Maybe I need to put this back on until I get a fire going.”
She suddenly felt like an idiot. She’d spent the time on security rather than building the fire. “That was next on my list.”
“Excellent.” Isaac pulled the high-tech sweater over his head and scrunched his nose. “In that case, if you don’t mind, I want to take a shower.”
“Is the water warm already?” She asked.
“It’s an on-demand system,” he explained as he padded in his sock feet toward the bedrooms. “Rather than heat up a huge tank of water, the gas heats as you need it.”
“So, I can take a shower as long as I want without running out of hot water?” That sounded like heaven to Hannah.
His reply came from down the hall. “Yep. As long as you want.”
This could turn out to be better than she’d thought.
Within minutes, Hannah had a beautiful fire started. Her stomach rumbled. After exploring the kitchen cabinets, she discovered hundreds of packages of freeze-dried food and shelves of canned vegetables. Chili had the most appeal and one of the shortest cooking times.
“Something smells good,” Isaac noted as he walked out in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. “And it’s even warm all the way down the hall. Nice fire.”
Hannah’s gaze was immediately drawn to the white towel. As she forced her eyes upward, she couldn’t help but notice the defined V of his hips and the trail of dark hair that led to his belly button. Washboard abs took on a new definition as she counted not three sets but four.
Breathe, her brain demanded. She sucked in a long slow breath as her eyes wandered farther up. He had strong shoulders and distinct pectoral muscles. Continuing her perusal, she noticed for the first time a very square jaw and wide chin.
He had shaved.
The lack of hair had changed everything about his face. The beard had softened the hard planes, but she liked this face.
