She wasn’t getting up to check. He could deal with that since the wall unit was on his side of the room, next to the other bed.

The bathroom door closed partway, leaving a six-inch gap where she could see a sliver of mirror.

The urge to check out his reflection in the mirror showing through the crack in the door proved too great to ignore.

She leaned to her right. Reflections of his masculine upper body blinked across the mirror. She propped her head on her elbow.

Why not enjoy the show?

Hunter flipped the towel out of view and crossed his arms behind his head, flexing left, then right.

God, what a body. Even that tasty little view.

Muscles rippled in his chest and abdomen. A true eight-pack. Narrow hips.

If the mirror was just a little lower… she’d get the full Monty. He bumped the door with his hip and she lost all her view but an inch.

Abbie rolled over and punched the pillow, then plopped down on her stomach.

Her teeth chattered. She reached for the other half of the bedspread and flipped it over to double up her covers. Once her body heat warmed the sheets, she started drifting to sleep with one thought.

Be a cold day in hell before he ever gets to touch me again.

She dreamed of men in the dark and automatic weapons and motorcycles screaming through the night… but the wind didn’t chill her this time. The air was hot.

Fire burned across her skin sensually.

Her nipples hardened with need.

She moaned at the ache building between her legs.

Abbie came awake, her heart pounding from the most erotic dream she’d ever had-

A finger brushed her beaded nipple.

– that was still going on. She shivered in delight.

“Miss me?” Hunter whispered next to her ear.

Wait a minute. Did he think he could just climb into bed and rub that… uh, hmm, hot piece of male against her… and not explain why…

She was on her left side, facing away from him. He was holding her against his heat, touching her from top to bottom.

Every hard inch of him touching her.

“You smell delicious.” He kissed her neck and rubbed his erection along her bottom. His fingers were busy with her breasts again, teasing her mindless.

She opened her eyes to a dark room. Not being able to see heightened her sensitivity. Turning her to face him, he brushed his lips over hers. A potent kiss that worked to persuade her hormones to give him a chance to dispel her concerns.

Cold air rushed across her heat-flushed skin. Nothing that could douse the flame building inside her.

His exploring tongue shut down communication with her brain.

He felt delicious.

She rolled over for better access. He slowed the sweet assault, drawing out the pleasure. She’d never considered kissing to be so sensual.

He nipped at her bottom lip.

She wanted him to keep going, but not at the cost of another bout of embarrassment later. She put a hand on his chest and pressed. No more kissing until she found out what the devil was going on with him being hot one minute, ignoring her the next, then hot again.

He curled his hand around her wrist, one finger grazing her skin in a lazy motion. “What, sweetheart?”

Her heart wavered again at the endearment, pleading with her to let him continue. To cheer him on. But her pride couldn’t take another beating if he blew her off once more after this. “Why are you… I thought…”

His forehead touched her shoulder. Skilled lips moved over her neck. “Is this going to take a long time? Not sure I can wait much longer.”

She growled at him and felt him chuckle against her neck. “Why’d you act so distant when we got here if you wanted to do this?” His answer would be the difference between “Go ahead, lover” and “Go sleep in the other bed.” She might regret missing this chance with him, but she didn’t want to be handy sex.

Hunter kissed her eyebrows, her nose and lips. Affectionate little love pats that mushed her brain. He explained, “If I’d touched you when we walked in here, I wouldn’t have secured the room and you wouldn’t have gotten a shower or food.”

“Oh. Okay.” She smiled, ready to turn him loose.

Hunter took that as a definite “go ahead,” but her moment of hesitation woke his conscience. He had to be completely honest with her. “All I can give you is right now, Abbie. I don’t even know where we’ll both be at this time tomorrow.”

If she asked him to stop now he’d sleep in the other bed.

Miserably. But he’d go.

Her fingers started moving on his chest, playing hesitantly. What did that mean? Time for a yes or no.

Her hand left his chest and wrapped around his erection.

Hunter sucked in at the unexpected action. When she stroked him once, he croaked, “Guess that’s a yes?”

She laughed, sweet music filling the darkness. “If you promise not to stop this time.”

“I swear it.” He leaned down, taking possession of her mouth with his. He loved how she opened for him. Her tongue delved in to meet his. Her passion was unlike anything he’d held in his arms before.

He broke away to move down her. He wanted to feel her tremble again, clinging to the edge of reality before she climaxed. She moaned in complaint when he settled between her legs and her hand came up empty. “Hey, I can’t reach-”

When he suckled her full nipple the tip beaded happily. That ended her grousing.

Hunter smiled, looking forward to the challenge of taking her to the edge, then holding her there. Licking her nipple, he caressed her other breast with his fingers.

She clutched his shoulders, her fingers shaking the longer he paid intense attention to her breasts. He drew her nipple in and swirled his tongue around and across the tip.

She reached for his shoulders, her nails digging in. Her leg came up, rubbing against his erection.

Spending an hour on her might have to wait for round two.

Abandoning her breast, he licked and teased his way lower until he kissed the warm skin inside her thigh. He plundered the sensitive area until shivers raced over her skin. She was so responsive, so open and sensual, he couldn’t wait longer. He turned his head, using his tongue to stroke the tender bud between her legs.

Her nails dug in, clinging to him.

Holding her back from release would have been impossible. In just seconds, she arched, quivering, her legs tight with strain. She cried out, her body taut as a bow stretching, stretching, then she groaned and shuddered, collapsing with a whimpered sound of surrender.

He shook from just feeling the power of her release.

Her strained breaths echoed in the darkness. He leaned over and snagged one of the condoms he’d dumped on the nightstand. Ripping it open with his teeth, he sheathed himself and settled over her from head to toe, kissing her damp face, then her lips.

She lay spent and lethargic at first, but passion caught fire once again when he rubbed his open palm over the tip of her breast. He was amazed at how quickly she came to life.

Her hands clutched his head, tugging him closer. She plunged into the kiss.

She lifted her hips and rubbed against his erection, urgent, demanding.

Not a problem. He entered her slowly, feeding his length until she stretched, taking all of him.

He’d never had a problem going on and on, distancing himself from the woman in his bed. Keeping himself removed from more than sex with the jaded women he’d brought home before.

But Abbie was like the first breath of spring on the heels of a bitter cold winter.

“You feel so damn good,” he whispered, and moved inside her.

“Good? I don’t think so,” she muttered.

“What?” He stopped.

“I was thinking amazing… if you’d put a little more enthusiasm behind it.” She kissed him, smiling against his lips.

He touched his forehead to hers. “See what I can do, hellion.”