Page 191 of Eight Years Gone

He bobbed his head from side to side. “My grooming habits haven’t been a high priority lately.”

Her smile was back. “I understand.”

He pressed kisses along her jaw, loving how soft her skin was and how good she smelled. “It’s been a lot of days since I’ve had a chance to touch you.”

She hummed in her throat as she slid her palms up his back. “I’m well aware.”

He lifted his head to hold her gaze. “We should probably do something about that.”

She nipped his bottom lip with her teeth as she wiggled her hips to tease his erection. “Definitely.”

He groaned as he kissed her, taking her deep, ready to eat her alive. Just then, his stomach growled loudly.

Grace pressed her hand to his shoulder as she frowned. “Jagger, you’re hungry.”

He nodded as he went after her neck. “I’m hungry for you.”

She laughed as she pushed at his shoulder again. “Let me make you some breakfast. An omelet or something.”

He shook his head as his hand snuck beneath her sweatshirt to unsnap the front clasp on her bra so he could caress her nipples to points. “I can live without food. You, however…”

She laughed again. “You need energy, Jagger. Trust me.”

He raised his brow as he stared at the promise in her eyes. “Maybe breakfast isn’t a half-bad idea.”

She pinched his ass. “We’ll pick things up after we get something in your stomach.”

“Okay,” he conceded as he moved so she could sit up and fix her bra. It had been a couple of days since he’d eaten anything decent. Mostly he’d been living on fast food.

Getting out of bed as Grace did, he pulled her back against him, wrapping his arms around her in a hug. “Let me hold you for a minute.”

She sighed as she returned his embrace. “I want more mornings like this.”

He slid his hand up and down her back. “Soon.”

She stood on her tiptoes, kissing him. “Let me make you something delicious.”

“You’re something delicious,” he said, bringing his mouth back to hers as his phone started ringing.

Frowning, he glanced at his screen on the bedside table and groaned as the PI’s number popped up.

Grace wrinkled her nose as she clearly saw the same thing he did. “How about you get that, and I’ll get some bacon started?”

“Thanks.” More than a little annoyed, he snatched up the phone. How hard was it to get one uninterrupted morning with Grace? “Hey, Rod, what’s up?”

“Hey, man. I’m sorry to call. I know you’re taking a couple of days off, but we’ve had some developments.”

“Like what?”

“As you know, I’ve had a couple of my people asking around. About twenty minutes ago, one of them finally got back to me. My guy says Jimmy’s been back and forth to Philly more than usual over the last two days.”

Jagger nodded as he started making the bed, knowing that Jimmy did most of Ray’s dirty work. Ray was too smart to be seen anywhere that might compromise his pillar-of-the-community status. “Why do you think that is?”

“The rumor is something big is in the works, and it’s going down soon. My guy said everybody’s been pretty tight-lipped about whatever it is, but last night, Jimmy mentioned something about going shopping today.”

Jagger frowned as he pulled the comforter back into place. “Shopping for what?”

“That’s why I’m calling. I have no idea. But my guy got the impression that it has nothing to do with Christmas presents. I’m running surveillance here at the dealership, which means I’m not following Jimmy. I can’t be in two places at once.”

---