Page 80 of Hunter

My mouth went dry as I took in his face, from his warm brown eyes twinkling at me, as if he found me amusing, to the neatly trimmed beard, surrounded by the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen.

“Hey, there,” he said, his voice smooth.

I could probably listen to him talk all day and be happy. It wouldn’t matter what he said, just as long as he kept talking.

“Hi,” I said shyly, looking down at our feet. I was reminded once again of the size difference between us.

“Can I come in?” he asked.

I nodded and moved off to the side for him. And though I had left enough room for him to pass, his arm still touched my breasts. I wasn’t wearing a bra, just a thin dress, and I was regretting that choice now when I could see them pebbling against the fabric.

I sucked in a sharp breath and looked at him, but his face gave nothing away.

I was sure he hadn’t done that on purpose.

I closed the door behind me and watched as he made himself at home in my apartment.

He moved toward the living room, and by the time I came in, he was already sitting on the couch, looking through the book I was reading.

A romance novel.

My cheeks heated.

Especially when he looked up at me, and I could only guess what passage he stumbled upon based on the amusement on his face.

“Baby,” he said. “What are you reading?”

I glowered over at him and grabbed the book from his hand.

“A love story,” I muttered.

He laughed. “Not from what I’d just read.”

“Well, you started in the middle of the book. You shouldn’t touch my things without permission.”

I tried to walk away, but he pulled on my arm and settled me on his lap, my legs straddling his waist, facing him.

I had never been in this position with another man before.

Not even with Rhett.

It was just so intimate, and I would just have to shift a little, and my pussy would be pressed up against the lower portion of his hard abs.

My back straightened as I tried not to relax into his warm body.

Geez.

My nipples were already hard from before, they weren’t going to go back to normal from his close proximity, and I could feel a hint of arousal gathering around my panties.

I took a deep breath when he kissed my cheek. “Ah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make fun of you. Forgive me?”

His expression looked genuine enough, and I knew I couldn’t stay mad at him. I wasn’t, really. Mostly embarrassed.

“I might have overreacted, just a little.”

I held up my hand, showing my thumb and forefinger slightly apart so he could see what I meant bya little.

He laughed. “Just a little.”

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