Rose bolted upright, trying to catch her breath, eyes scanning the room to verify where she was. She was in Hunter’s room, alone. Looking down, she felt the heavy blanket he must have placed over her, his scent embedded into its fibers as she brought it to her nose and inhaled.
Suddenly, memories of what happened returned to her. His large frame looming over hers, his lips touching hers, his eyes turning dark with need. She let her own fingers brush across her lips as she smiled.
He wanted her. He hadn’t been repulsed by what she had told him about her; in fact, he had been angry for her, not at her. He had held her as if he feared she would disappear or reject him. The evidence of his anger still sitting on the floor near the wall that broke it.
When she saw him pace, she could feel
