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snakes aren’t worth the effort.”
“ True hunger isn’t so picky,” she replied primly.
They stared at each other for long moments. Assessing, evaluating.
Hunter’s face sobered. “What are you trying to tell me Mina?”
She took a deep breath and blurted out. “We’ve grown herbs, fruits, vegetables, that sort of thing in the gardens at the back of our property for over a hundred years. It’s free to the public.
“You and Hermile are close ,” Hunter said.
“Yes, ” her voice died away. She wasn’t ready to broach the complicated and tenuous relationship she and her father shared.
She moved and ran into the intimidating weight of one powerful arm slung around her shoulder. Why hadn’t she felt him before?
His hold was casual but there was no mistaking that he meant to keep her close.
She chewed her bottom lip, she needed a distraction.
“Are you and your family close ?”
He stilled, alarmed she searched his eyes, they weren’t hostile but neither were they friendly. She fidgeted nervously in his grasp.
Had she offende d him?
She began to pull away. His arm firmed just enough to warn her to stay put. She relaxed hesitantly, but was a little piqued by his high-handed treatment.
As if in apology, he ducked and placed a feather-light kiss on the top of her head. She sighed.
“W e were…close, until they died.” His voice was low, as if he’d forced the words past obstacles in his throat.
She knew that kind of pain, though Josephine was very much alive. Words of comfort were useless. She cupped his lean face, pulled him down, their eyes met.
D ark blue eyes peered into hers, he smiled candidly. “Like you I was also an only child … already in college. Taking care of myself wasn’t such a shock.”
The words were flat but there was no mistaking the old hurt beneath them.
She came to her knees within the circle of his arms, on the way up her chest bumped against the wrought expanse of his.
She brushed her palms down one of the many lines of muscles which extended from his neck down his shoulders to the middle of his torso. His ragged intake of breath made her glance quickly at him.
He nodded, encouraging her to continue.
Mor e confident, she wrapped her arms around his wide shoulders, stretching them to their fullest to try and grasp him.
Heat began to pool in small drops between her thighs. She knew what that meant, the danger it signaled , but she closed her eyes. She wanted this and couldn’t conceive of stopping.
Chapter e ight
Hunter’s senses went into a dizzying tailspin the moment Mina rose before him. Impatient with her innocent strokes, he plastered her supple body to his.
She gasped at the crush of his embrace but didn’t demand release as the old Mina would’ve done.
He closed his eyes and let the feel of her freely given touch seep through him, sink lower into the hole his parent’s passing had left in his life.
She cared, there was no mistake about that.
The wonder of it was new and he didn’t quite know how to handle it. Except to return her embrace. The urge surprised him. He had thought his life reasonably full, privileged.
And h e had no right to touch her. Not after last week and Desiree but still he couldn’t stop himself from reaching for her mouth.
H er lids were slumberous and shining with unconcealed desire.
His b lood boiled, she became hotter, sexier every time he touched her.
He aske d with his eyes and anticipation leapt into her face.
Heat, instant and uncontrollable surged into his veins, making him tense, harden all over.
He ruthlessly stamped down his own misgivings.
H e needed Mina.
Surely one mistake couldn’t wipe out what he’d spent months trying to build with her?
Palming her tiny waist, he reveled in the beauty of her body. She felt so good. Soft, guttural mews came from her mouth.
Blatant pleas for release .
He bent hungrily, nipped her plump bottom lip, she cried out.
He reared
“ True hunger isn’t so picky,” she replied primly.
They stared at each other for long moments. Assessing, evaluating.
Hunter’s face sobered. “What are you trying to tell me Mina?”
She took a deep breath and blurted out. “We’ve grown herbs, fruits, vegetables, that sort of thing in the gardens at the back of our property for over a hundred years. It’s free to the public.
“You and Hermile are close ,” Hunter said.
“Yes, ” her voice died away. She wasn’t ready to broach the complicated and tenuous relationship she and her father shared.
She moved and ran into the intimidating weight of one powerful arm slung around her shoulder. Why hadn’t she felt him before?
His hold was casual but there was no mistaking that he meant to keep her close.
She chewed her bottom lip, she needed a distraction.
“Are you and your family close ?”
He stilled, alarmed she searched his eyes, they weren’t hostile but neither were they friendly. She fidgeted nervously in his grasp.
Had she offende d him?
She began to pull away. His arm firmed just enough to warn her to stay put. She relaxed hesitantly, but was a little piqued by his high-handed treatment.
As if in apology, he ducked and placed a feather-light kiss on the top of her head. She sighed.
“W e were…close, until they died.” His voice was low, as if he’d forced the words past obstacles in his throat.
She knew that kind of pain, though Josephine was very much alive. Words of comfort were useless. She cupped his lean face, pulled him down, their eyes met.
D ark blue eyes peered into hers, he smiled candidly. “Like you I was also an only child … already in college. Taking care of myself wasn’t such a shock.”
The words were flat but there was no mistaking the old hurt beneath them.
She came to her knees within the circle of his arms, on the way up her chest bumped against the wrought expanse of his.
She brushed her palms down one of the many lines of muscles which extended from his neck down his shoulders to the middle of his torso. His ragged intake of breath made her glance quickly at him.
He nodded, encouraging her to continue.
Mor e confident, she wrapped her arms around his wide shoulders, stretching them to their fullest to try and grasp him.
Heat began to pool in small drops between her thighs. She knew what that meant, the danger it signaled , but she closed her eyes. She wanted this and couldn’t conceive of stopping.
Chapter e ight
Hunter’s senses went into a dizzying tailspin the moment Mina rose before him. Impatient with her innocent strokes, he plastered her supple body to his.
She gasped at the crush of his embrace but didn’t demand release as the old Mina would’ve done.
He closed his eyes and let the feel of her freely given touch seep through him, sink lower into the hole his parent’s passing had left in his life.
She cared, there was no mistake about that.
The wonder of it was new and he didn’t quite know how to handle it. Except to return her embrace. The urge surprised him. He had thought his life reasonably full, privileged.
And h e had no right to touch her. Not after last week and Desiree but still he couldn’t stop himself from reaching for her mouth.
H er lids were slumberous and shining with unconcealed desire.
His b lood boiled, she became hotter, sexier every time he touched her.
He aske d with his eyes and anticipation leapt into her face.
Heat, instant and uncontrollable surged into his veins, making him tense, harden all over.
He ruthlessly stamped down his own misgivings.
H e needed Mina.
Surely one mistake couldn’t wipe out what he’d spent months trying to build with her?
Palming her tiny waist, he reveled in the beauty of her body. She felt so good. Soft, guttural mews came from her mouth.
Blatant pleas for release .
He bent hungrily, nipped her plump bottom lip, she cried out.
He reared
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