Page 77 of A Touch of Frost
“Abigail…”
I replied by going down on him, feeling him hard and thick between my lips. When he caught the strands of my hair in one large palm, I allowed him to move my mouth as fast or slow as he wanted. Caressing his thighs, I enjoyed him—his warmth, his roughness, the soft hairs on his leg.
He released me and I crawl up him, kissing my way to his lips. As usually, he buried his fingers in my hair and I gave in to him. As he caressed me, I reached behind and slipped him to my entrance. When our eyes met, I sank backward, taking him in slow.
My back curled on its own.
My fingers did the same thing as my eyes rolled back.
Feeling him in me, having his hands on me and the sound of his ragged breath swirling about me—all of it had me floating on air.
“Jesse, please.”
“You’re asking me for something.” Jesse panted, sitting up and wrapping his arms around me. “Tell me. Make me get it.”
I climbed off him, climbed to all fours, offering him my body in a way I’d never given to a man before. The fear of what I’d down quickly rushed through me but vanished as he gripped my hips and drove into me again. I shouted his name as my body trembled through an orgasm.
“Yes.” I sighed.
Trusting Jesse made enjoying him better. And the more he showed me he deserved what I had to offer, the more I lost myself in him. When we slumped to the bed, staring up at the ceiling, panting, I knew what I had to do.
There was no shame in any of this and it had taken me all this to learn that lesson. There was no weakness in needing a good man, in giving myself to him and offered the pleasures he came with.
I rolled over and kissed his shoulder, his chest then cuddled into him.
“Are you okay?” He asked. “Was I too rough?”
I giggled. “I’m okay. I’m happy.”
Eventually, we got up, showered again and dressed.
Jesse helped me with blowing out my hair and though it needed some kind of moisturizing, I had no products. I couldn’t even tell the last time I bought things for my hair.
Suddenly, I didn’t want to smell like soap anymore. I wanted to smell like flowers or fire.
As we were preparing to go meet Lizard, Kandi and Paul for a night out, my phone rang.
Jesse arched a brow and picked it up.
“Oh, hey!” Jesse cheered. “We’re okay. Um—” He glanced back at me. “I don’t know. You should ask her. Here, hang on.”
I accepted the phone, still worried about the change in his tone. Jesse winked at me and exited the bedroom to a different part of the suite.
“Hello?”
“You’re still here.” Black Widow asked around some static. “I thought you’d be on your way back to the US by now, sexy boyfriend in tow.”
I sighed. “Not yet. We’re actually on our way out with Paul, Tink and Lizard.”
“How are you feeling?”
I shrugged needlessly. “Sore. It didn’t help that I jumped Jesse’s bones earlier.”
“Girl, I can’t even judge. I would have done the same thing.” Black Widow giggled. “So, have you decided what you’re going to do?”
Before answering, I rushed to the bedroom door to peek out. I didn’t see Jesse and figured he probably exited the suite. Still, I lowered my voice and closed the door.
“What do you think I’m going to do?” I asked. “I’m going to do one final race then head home with my man.”
