It was a delicate procedure. Waking him up wasn't a good idea. There were things in the duffle that needed her—and only her—attention. The B-Squad was plan A, but if that fell through she needed to make sure plans B and C were already in motion, and that meant solo access to what was in the duffle. Her lungs tight from holding her breath, she'd made it from being flush against his naked body to almost the edge of the bed that seemed as big as Texas when his strong fingers curled around her waist and tugged her back against his hard form. "Going somewhere?" Isaac asked, nuzzling the back of her neck. The husky, sleep-roughened gravel in his voice set off a flurry of kamikaze butterflies in her stomach. "I wasn't sneaking out." "Really?" He nibbled his way down the column of her throat. It was really hard to come up with a plausible cover story when he did that. It made her brain foggy and the rest of her soft and wet.
