Page 79 of A Touch of Frost
To make matters worse, Jesse was in love with me—I knew that by looking into his eyes. That love caused the alpha in him to want to save me from everything. The thought of me being alone with Striker didn’t sit well with his alpha.
I understood and couldn’t help feeling over the moon about that.
I could take care of myself but knew if I needed someone at my back, I wouldn’t have to worry.
It rained the entire night before—actually, at one point, I’d rolled over to press my face to Jesse’s shoulder and muttered that I thought the world was ending. He’d laughed huskily, wrapped his arms around me and kissed my head.
The next morning everything was still drenched but the air floating up from the ocean was almost magical. Jesse was awake ahead of me, showered and dressed.
A sound outside the door caused me to push to my elbow. He walked into the room looking so good, all I wanted to do was tear his clothes off.
Dressed in a pair of black slacks, a black shirt tucked in with a black vest. The only colour was a red tie that made Jesse even sexier than ever.
I giggled as he set the food tray over my thighs. He kissed me.
“Morning.” He told me. “I know you may not feel like eating but do it for me.”
I smiled at him. “Okay, baby.”
Looking down, he’d brought me coffee, scrambled eggs with sausages and toast. Beside the plate was a peeled orange and a small bowl of grapes.
“Thank you.” I told him. “Are you going to eat with me?”
“Um—sure.”
Jesse left the room and I picked up the coffee. By the time he returned, I’d drank almost half the cup. Together, we ate breakfast, talking about everything but the million-pound elephant in the room.
I was perfectly fine with that.
When we were finished, he cleaned up while I showered and dressed.
I stared at myself in the mirror while using my fingers to style my hair that had gotten entirely too long. But if I was to be honest with myself, I’d admit I loved the way it looked at that length.
For the first time, since my training days, and with Jesse by my side, I walked into a store for hair supplies. To my shame, I had no idea what my hair needed. The associate had been very helpful, touching my hair, rubbing strands between her fingers.
She then suggested what I needed.
The first time I followed her instructions with the products, I couldn’t be happier.
If I was to be completely honest, I’d admit the curls made me smile and gave me a grown-up look I didn’t think I was capable of.
And if I wastrulybeinghonest, I’d admit I love to have my hair long enough for Jesse to pull on when we made love.
I trembled as I remembered the night before. Jesse had shoved me into the wall and taken what he wanted from my body. He had me climaxing all over the house as if we were christening it.
I didn’t mind. I’d enjoyed every, naughty, rough bit of it.
“Baby, let’s go.” Jesse called. “What are you doing? We’re going to be late.”
“Coming!” I called, squirted on some perfume on my neck then hurried from the bathroom.
Jesse was already standing by the door with our keys, my cell and wallet. I giggled, kissed him and headed out the door toward the SUV I’d purchased to be my everyday car.
The GTO and the hellcat needed breathing.
The drive from our home to where I was allowed to speak with Striker would take about forty-five minutes. The closer we got, the more my heart felt as though it wanted to leap out of my chest.
My phone rang and the dash told me it was an unknown number and name.
