Her response also tickled him, along with the strands of her hair that swept over his skin. Diego didn't jump or physically indicate anything to do with the sensation. He just enjoyed it as he did everything else in the moment. A protective and possessive arm wrapped around Jessica.

"I might not be getting rest but I'm sure as hell recharging my battery." His neck stretched to meet her lips for a peck then threw his head back on a pillow. "And yours. All work and no play makes Jessica an angry New Yorker," he teased gently through his raspy, tired voice.