WIDOW’S WEB EXCERPT:
“So give me the rundown,” Owen said. “Exactly how did you get into that air duct?”
I recapped my wanderings through the parking garage, maintenance halls, stairwell, office, and air ducts.
“Overall, your security’s sound,” I said. “All we have to do is fix a few holes here and there, and no one will be able to get to you, me, or anyone else in here short of bringing down the whole building.”
His eyes were fixed on mine, but there was a blank look on his face, as though he were only listening to my words with half an ear. I know it wasn’t the most romantic talk, detailing how I’d just paintballed my lover, but this wasn’t the first time he’d spaced out on me in the last few days. Something was on Owen’s mind, and I didn’t know what it was. That worried me
more than I would have liked, especially since I’d given him plenty of openings to tell me what was bothering him—openings he hadn’t taken.
Something flashed in his eyes then, something that almost looked like worry, but it was gone too quickly for me to pinpoint exactly what it was. He shook his head and focused on me once more.
“Sorry,” he said. “What were you saying?”
Owen shrugged out of his suit jacket, the muscles in his arms and chest bulging with the motion. Suddenly, I was interested in playing something else besides a war game. Something that would be far more entertaining and pleasurable—for both of us. Not to mention keep him firmly in the here and now with me. I didn’t like playing second fiddle any more than the next woman did, especially when I didn’t know exactly what was going on with my lover.
Owen started to loosen his tie, but I put the paintball gun down on the desk and strolled over to him. He stopped what he was doing, watching me, and I put an extra shimmy into my hips. Heat sparked in Owen’s gaze—heat that matched the warmth that was flaring up inside me “Let me,” I said.
Owen watched with dark, hooded eyes as I unknotted his tie and let it fall to the floor.
Then, I ran my hands across his chest, marveling at the warm muscles there, before reaching up and undoing the top two buttons of his shirt. I pushed the fabric aside, leaned forward, and pressed a soft kiss to the hollow of his throat. Owen’s arms snaked around me, pulling me close, and his fingers began pressing into my back, urging me even closer. I definitely had his full attention now.
“Why don’t I help you get out of that ruined suit?” I murmured. “In addition to killing people, this assassin also happens to be exceptionally good at cleanup.”
A sexy grin spread across Owen’s rugged face, softening the scar that slashed underneath his chin. “Really? That’s something I’d be very interested in seeing.”
I led Owen into the bathroom. The door didn’t even shut behind us before my lips were on his, and I forgot about everything but the pleasure we could give each other. There would be time enough to figure out what had Owen so concerned—later.
Much, much later.
Jennifer Estep is a New York Times bestselling author. Jennifer writes the Elemental Assassin urban fantasy series for Pocket Books. Widow’s Web, the seventh book, was released on Aug. 21. Visit www.jenniferestep.com for excerpts and more information about her books.
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