Page 18 of Operation Wolf: Hunter
CHAPTER 8
Kia
WHEN THE SUN FINALLYrose the next morning, I had hardly gotten a wink of sleep. I just wanted to pull the covers over my head and hide from the world. I was utterly mortified about the way I’d so wantonly thrown myself at Hunter last night, especially when all he’d been trying to do was help me out of my nightmare. Now, with the way I’d rubbed myself so shamelessly against him, he probably thought I was some kind of sex-crazed hussy.
My cheeks burned as I remembered the way he’d jumped out of bed, as though he couldn’t get away from me fast enough. I supposed I would have reacted the same way if someone had tried to jump my bones out of the blue like that.
But no one forced him to grab my ass last night. And he sure sounded like he liked it when I squeezed his cock . . . which was pretty damn big. There were stronger women than I who would cream in their panties just to have even a fraction of that inside them.
I scowled because, typically, I wasn’t one of those women.This was part of the reason I was so embarrassed about my total loss of self-control last night.
It must have been that damn bump on the head.
It had fucked with me, which explained my brazen reaction, as well as why I’d been seeing things yesterday when I looked into his eyes.
As for his initial reaction to my advance . . . well, hewasa man. He’d have to be dead not to respond in some way when a naked woman draped herself all over him, especially when that woman looked like me. I knew men liked my tight, curvy figure and thought I had a pretty face. Usually, that was the only reason men needed to fuck. But Hunter had clearly come to his senses before we went all the way, and the truth was, I should be thankful. I didn’t need to get involved with a man I’d be leaving in a matter of weeks.
Yes, that’s right.I should be thankful. Not offended that he’d tossed me on my ass like a hot potato and practically sprinted out of the room like a track star.
Yes. I am fucking thankful.
The aroma of frying bacon wafted through the crack in the door to tease my nostrils, and my stomach rumbled.
Better go and face the music.Grumpily, I tossed the sheets off me. I rummaged through the closet for a serviceable pair of jeans and a T-shirt that I wouldn’t mind getting dirty. Then I stomped my way to the bathroom to take a long, cold shower.
We’re going to be working together for the next month, so we’d better set some clear boundaries.
