Chapter 273
The next morning, the first thing that Cordelia was aware of was that her pillow was moving. Startled, she lifted one hand to touch it, felt a vast expanse of hot, hard flesh. She cracked her eyes open, totally confused. “Good morning.” The hardness under her rumbled and vibrated and she raised her head; Hunter’s dark eyes sparkled at her, warm and loving. “You doing OK?” “Oh.” She blushed. “Oh.” “Yeah. Oh.” He grinned, thinking that she looked damn delicious in the morning, all tousled and warm. “So, that happened, baby.” “Many times,” she said. “Many, many.” He kissed her now, luxuriating in the freedom to act on how he was feeling, no guilt and no regrets. “First morning-after kiss done. Coffee?” “Um. What?” “What you said last night, about kissing you and making you coffee and r
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