Free After Midnight: (A Penguin Special from Signet Eclipse) (Killer Instincts) by Elle Kennedy Page B

rhythm, his heart vibrating against her breasts, matching the erratic beating of hers.
    “Love you,” she whispered.
    His green eyes flooded with pleasure. “Love you too, sweetheart.”
    He withdrew slowly, then drove in again. Abby saw his features grow taut, his muscles tense, like he was straining to hold back. She knew he was close, but he waited, as he always did, until she reached the same peak, and only when she cried out in pleasure did he give himself to her. They came together, kissing frantically, bodies locked as they both trembled with release.
    Afterward, Kane rolled them over and held her tight, stroking her hair and caressing her back until she fell asleep in his arms.

Chapter Eight
    Kane and Abby headed back to the Costa Rica the next morning. They’d ended up chartering a plane because Morgan had usurped the company jet, leaving Cairo at the crack of dawn with no warning except for a brief text message to Kane that he was heading to the Middle East to “take care of a few things.” Kane was used to the man’s secrecy, and besides, he was glad to be alone with Abby. There were still so many things left to discuss, but unfortunately, they hadn’t been able to do much talking during the long journey home.
    Abby had slept for the first half of the twenty-plus hour flight, only waking up when they’d stopped in Spain to refuel. By then, Kane was the exhausted one, and he’d fallen asleep with his head on her shoulder for the second leg of the trip.
    Now they were both finally awake, but the pilot had already begun the descent into San Jose, and since Kane didn’t want a rushed conversation, he’d decided to wait until they got back to their compound before bringing up the baby subject again.
    As he buckled his seatbelt, he glanced over at Abby, smiling at the beautiful sight she made. Red hair tied back in a ponytail, sunglasses resting on the top of her head, and already appropriately dressed for their return home. Her denim shorts, tank top, and flip-flops made up an outfit he’d come to expect from her ever since they’d relocated the team compound to Costa Rica. It was simply too damn humid to wear anything else, which was why he was also dressed like a beach bum in his white wifebeater and navy blue board shorts.
    To the crewmembers on board, Kane knew they looked like a happy young couple heading for the coast. Those two flight attendants would probably shit their pants to learn that he and Abby were hardened mercenaries, their combined kill counts and successful extractions reaching astonishing numbers.
    Despite her casual getup, Abby seemed anything but relaxed. She’d been wringing her hands together and biting her lower lip ever since the pilot’s announcement that they were landing, and when he noticed her doing it again, he tried to distract her by saying, “Why do you think Morgan flew off to Pakistan?”
    Her answering shrug had Kane narrowing his eyes. He suspected Abby knew a lot more than she let on when it came to the mysterious trips Morgan took between assignments, but whenever Kane pushed, all she ever said was that their boss was “looking for someone.”
    “What exactly does he do on his solo trips?” Kane demanded. “I
know
you know.”
    “He’s looking for someone.”
    Lord. His wife was secretive as hell, but she didn’t normally keep
him
in the dark. Now he knew what everyone else felt like whenever Abby refused to offer any details about a topic.
    “That’s what you always say,” Kane grumbled. “Can’t you ever give me more? Three years of marriage and
you
still don’t trust me?” He scowled at her in mock anger.
    That earned him a crooked grin. “That’s all I know.”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “I’m serious,” she insisted. “Jeremy once told me that Morgan was looking for someone. I asked who, and didn’t get an answer. That is
literally
all I know.”
    Kane was appeased. “Yeah? I just figured you were dodging all these years.”
    “Nope. And shame