Under my hands.
“Ace,” I whisper.
“Give it to me.”
The words tip me over.
Pleasure rolls through me, softer than last night but deeper somehow, wrapped around the quiet morning and the heat of him beneath me. I bury my face in his neck and shake through it.
Ace follows with my name against my hair, his hands locked on my hips, his body going rigid under mine before he shudders hard.
For a while, neither of us moves.
His heartbeat pounds against my chest.
Mine answers it.
Then his phone rings.
Ace’s head lifts. His jaw tightens.
I go still in his lap.
He looks toward it, then back at me, and the heat in his eyes cools into something dangerous.
“Ghost,” he says.
The phone keeps ringing.
Chapter 7
Ace
Ianswerthephoneas Reina pulls off my lap.
She moves carefully, one hand on my shoulder, her cheeks pink and her breath still uneven.
A small sound slips from her throat when our bodies part, and my jaw locks.
“Easy, sweetheart.”
She nods and reaches for my shirt on the floor. She pulls it on while I drag my briefs back into place one-handed.
Ghost’s voice comes through my phone. “We swept the cabin.”
That kills whatever heat is still left in my blood.
Reina sits on the edge of the bed now, eyes fixed on me.
“What’d you find?” I ask.
“One dead on the table,” Ghost says. “One alive outside. Says his name’s Deke. Third man’s gone.”
The cabin goes quiet.
“Deke give up the third man’s name?”
“Briggs,” Ghost says. “No full name yet.”
