Page 26 of Luna Cursed

"Oh my god. You are unbelievable. Poor Tor. Good luck to him," Imogen replied. There was a deep grumble in the background, and Imogen snickered. "I have to go. Arawan has just come in, and I have to talk to him about something very serious."

Ciara laughed. "Ah, huh. Sure you do."

"Happy hunting, bitch!" Imogen said cheerily and hung up on her.

Ciara stared at the cabin door and exhaled slowly. "You can do this." She straightened her shoulders and opened the door. Tor had managed to get a pair of low-slung jeans on, his hair a tangled wet mess. Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth, and everything she wanted to say seemed to vanish from her brain.

"Here. Breakfast," she managed to squeak out and thrust a paper bag at him. "I got you two muffins because I figured you would need them."

"I do. Some gorgeous hunter fucked my brains out last night," he said, making her choke on her own tongue. "One of those coffees for me too?"

Ciara passed it to him. "Um, about that…"

"Thought you didn't want to talk about it," he said, sipping his coffee.

"I don't want to. It doesn't mean we shouldn't," she huffed. "I think we need to focus on finding Varg, and whatever is between us will distract us too much."

Tor put his coffee down and started to pull his hair back into a knot. "I distract you?"

"Oh my god, stop," Ciara begged and slumped down at the small table.

"Stop what?"

"Everything."

Tor chuckled softly and pulled on a black T-shirt. "You don't make a lot of sense in the morning. I get what you are saying. I could be wrong, but it's not a no to us; it's a not now?"

Ciara forced herself to nod. "If it's something you also want to…consider."

Tor sat down at the table beside her. "I have considered it, and I want you. Deal with that how you will."

"Are you sure?" Ciara said before she could stop herself.

Tor raised a brow at her. "Of course I'm sure. Fucking you was about as close to a divine revelation I've ever had."

"Huh. That's not a compliment I've ever had before," she said, flattered and a little dazed. She wasn't the only one who felt like it was something that went beyond a casual hookup.

"I get that you've had a lot thrown at you in the last week, and I don't want to add to that," Tor said, going serious. "I'm happy to wait until you're ready for something more, but don't expect me to roll over and not fight for you."

Ciara swallowed hard. No one had ever fought for her.Shedid the fighting.

"Annddd, I've freaked you out," Tor said with a sigh.

"No, I mean, yes, you have, but it's going to take me a little bit to wrap my head around."

Tor leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. "I can be patient while you figure out I'm going to be the best thing that ever happened to you."

Ciara's eyes narrowed. "You might be waiting a while, and I could turn around and decide not to bother with you. I wouldn't get too smug about it."

"Too late. I've already been inside of you, and I know it's worth the fight you're going to give me for it."

"Oh my god, stop." Ciara screwed up her paper bag and threw it at his head. It bounced off, and Tor's smile only widened.

"I hope you think about fucking me all damn day. It will put us on even ground."

"Dream on. All I'm going to be thinking about is the hunt. As soon as we leave this room, I will be professional and not think about you at all except as a hunting partner." Ciara stood up to go and got her bag. Tor grabbed her and pulled her into his lap so she was straddling him.

"As soon as you walk out that door, huh?" he said, brushing his nose against hers. Ciara's hands went to his chest, fingers twisting in the fabric of his shirt.

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