For the rest of her life, Cordelia would remember that moment after Hunter opened her bedroom door.
He’d knocked, of course, and she’d turned, startled, delighted, a bit scared. She’d called for him to come in, and the door had swung open and then there he was. Huge, muscular, strong. And all hers, she knew then.
Once he saw her standing there in an oversized t-shirt and nothing else, he didn’t even hesitate. He crossed the room in three long strides, took her in his arms. His kiss this time was hot and hard, full of emotion that he was finally unafraid to show her. In this kiss, he handed her his whole heart, gave himself over to her.
Cordelia moaned as he took her mouth, his tongue tasting, probing, exploring. His hands were all over her body, roaming hungrily over her curves. It was
