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me.”
    “And that’s a bad thing?” His brow rose and waggled in a sexy way. His mouth curved slightly to one side, making his patented look of “irresistible” flip my stomach.
    “Hopefully it is.” I couldn’t help but flirt. It was so easy to do so with Hunter, and it certainly didn’t feel like I’d just met him yesterday.
    He reached over and took my cell phone, which I’d been holding in my hand. The imprints of my nerves remained on the cover. He quickly typed something in before handing it back to me. “If you need anything this is the best number to reach me at. I mean it, Grace. Anything.”
    “The one you gave me last night?”
    He shook his head without providing more explanation. “Use this one.”
    How many cells did he own?
    I wished I could take him up on his offer. Despite the major troubles of his own that he most likely carried, Hunter had that perfect way of helping me forget my issues with committing too quickly to every single guy I dated. And then there was the robbery. I still had to reply to the message a detective had left for me this morning, asking me to call him back as soon as I could. I wasn’t looking forward to the conversation where he’d tell me that the guy who held a gun to my ribs just yesterday morning was still on the loose, and that they had a better chance of finding a needle in a haystack.
    I dropped my phone in my purse, saying, “Thank you for understanding. Oh, and thank you for the flowers. They are beautiful. You really didn’t ha—”
    And without saying anything Hunter leaned over and stole my thoughts and words with his mouth, drawing a whimper out of my lungs. Unlike the other times, the kiss was soft and unbelievably soothing. His needy tongue explored me, weaving and tangling with mine, and its salacious dance enticed me to rake my fingers up along his bare arms and feel my nails scraping gently along his tight skin. And soon enough I wanted more and needed more. The kiss became fevered as I got lost in his luscious mouth, opening mine wider, gripping my hands on his shoulders, pulling him closer. I felt my seat recline and Hunter lean over me. The smell of him, a blend of an expensive cologne with his natural soap, was like a drug. His every curve slowly pressed to my body as I gave in to him, accepting him with my open arms and mouth. And that mouth of his was doing some wonderful things, gently teasing and probing. The heat was beginning to spread from there through all my limbs and to between my legs, and I still couldn’t get enough. His hand drew lower and he cupped my sex through my jeans. I couldn’t breathe. It felt so good there. His touch made my head spin, and the heating throb between my legs intensified. He molded me with that hand, pressing harder and with clear intent to arouse me. The fabric of my panties became more uncomfortable against my skin as the button in my pants popped open and his hand slid down my flesh.
    “You’re so wet, baby,” he said against my mouth.
    “Aha.” I spread my legs wider as he pulled his fingers down toward my opening, drawing the moisture up to my soft nub at the top. The first shock pulsed through me as he played with me, and I guess that nub wasn’t as soft as I’d thought. Hunter knew my every nook and fold and how the flicks opened up my world to the new meaning of pleasure. I couldn’t get enough of him. He was so right and perfect and possibly the one .
    Don’t be stupid, Grace! my conscience blared. For the first time since he’d touched me I opened my eyes and remembered we were in his car in an underground parking lot. The windows had fogged up and I found it more difficult to breathe.
    Perhaps it was a good time to open up the windows to get some fresh air.
    I gently pushed at Hunter’s chest and whispered against his unforgiving lips.
    “I need time to think and I don’t want to rush this. Not with you.”
    “I’m pretty sure we’re past rushing as of last night, Grace.”
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