Page 67 of Hunter

Xavier looked like he was older than me by about that much.

I pulled back.

I didn’t even know how old he was.

“How old are you?” I asked.

His lips twitched. “Thirty-two.”

“Oh.” I looked off to the corner. “That’s a lot older than me.”

He laughed. “Is that a problem?”

I thought about it. There was a fourteen-year age gap between my parents. A ten-year age gap shouldn’t really be a problem for me, except that meant he had thirteen more years of experience over me, and I was…

Terriblyinexperienced.

I had a feeling he probably had more experience at my age than I did right now.

I looked him over.

Oh, yeah, I was sure of it.

He cupped my chin and turned my attention back toward him. “Don’t overthink it, Ryleigh. You just do what you want to do.”

“You say it like it’s simple.”

“It is simple. Are you attracted to me?”

I flushed.

His eyes danced as he looked at me over. “That’s an interesting color red, baby. I didn’t know someone could actually blush like this.”

I pulled away from him. “If you’re just going to make fun of me, then I should go.”

I made a move to climb off the bed when he grabbed my hand and pulled me back toward him until I settled slightly on top of his body.

I froze, taking in the hard feel of him beneath me and imagining what it would feel like had he been on top of me instead, moving his hips and pushing… and grinding…

I let out a small moan.

“Fuck,” he said under his breath. “What I wouldn’t give to be able to read your thoughts right now.”

“You mean you can’t read minds?” I asked, only half-joking.

His chest shook as he laughed, and I pressed the side of my face against it.

He pulled me away and looked me in the eye. “I was teasing. I didn’t mean to make you feel insecure or think I was making fun of you.”

I bit my bottom lip and looked down at his shirt-covered chest, wishing he had been one of those men who went to bed shirtless.

“It’s okay,” I said.

I had already forgiven him when he pulled me back into his arms.

“No, it’s not,” he said, astonishing me. “You shouldn’t accept my apology so easily. You should be expected to be treated as a princess.”

Treated as a princess? By him?

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