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Hunter finished in the washroom, turned off the faucet, and returned to his bed. I waited until the light went out and shifted in bed, switching sides.
And then he shed the towel at the threshold of his walk-in closet, like he couldn’t move further in for privacy. His shoulders stretched wider than I remembered, and stacks of perfectly aligned muscles sculpted his body all the way down to his ankles and feet. Midway, his tight, hairy ass flexed with every move. He bent over with his taut behind on full display, pulled on the joggers, and turned around.
My mouth dropped open when he approached me. Hanging loose, long, and to the side, the bulge underneath his pants shifted with each step. Higher, where the band hung around his hips, a V-cut dipped into the muscles and his hair-sprinkled abs.
He had little hair over his abs, but I’d seen everything below. His back and ass needed as much care as his groin.
Ahh, that fucking groin and everything it promised.
Feeling warmth swoosh through my veins, I shifted to my back and removed the covers.
Air.
Except it smelled like him and tasted like him. A better him. A stronger him. A man I hated and yearned for. A man who could have given me a baby the easy way, but who hadn’t wanted kids. Maybe it was for the better. That sexy beard would scare a kid. My palm twitched at the thought of tugging on his growth and raking my fingers through his facial hair. The dreads didn’t suit him and I missed his curls, but those piercing eyes underneath, the only ones able to sink deep into my soul, held my body captive the same they had years ago, when…
… when he was drinking and humiliated me.
I yawned.
But the years we’d shared were never lost. Camping trips, hunting yet never killing an animal, and yachting. Adventure ran through his blood, but what I needed was stability. And alcohol was an enemy we’d both fought since the beginning. He was my soulmate—until he became the man I despised. The man I loved to despise who called me ‘Gracie.’
“Grace, Grace. Wake up.”
Hunter’s gentle voice and warm touch on my thigh forced my eyes open. The room blurred around me, and my body stilled as warmth spread upward from his palm. He reached to the side table.
“Here are your glasses.”
His hand returned to my thigh, and I fumbled with the glasses.
I lifted my head and looked down to where his palm was resting on my leg. “What are you doing?”
He took his hand off my thigh. “You were thrashing in your bed. I was holding you down.”
“I… I’m fine now,” I lied, and dragged myself to sit against the headboard and away from him, suddenly aware that my choice of outfit for the night showed everything I wanted to hide, including my engorged breasts and protruding nipples. My eggs would be so ready for retrieval this Friday.
“Yeah, you look great.”
As if on cue, my ovaries pulsed. I shook off the heat, and I finally noticed the mop on his head.
“Hunter, what the hell did you do?”
“I tried to give myself a cut so I wouldn’t look like a caveman.”
Caveman wasn’t a bad thing.
“And you opted for scarecrow?”
“I’m hoping you can fix it, but I don’t have the tools.”
“I do. At the salon. Oh, my God. My salon.” I shot out of bed, half-ignoring his enormous bear’s body.
“Relax, Grace. Everything is fine.”
I whipped around to face him. He stretched out on the bed in a pair of boxers. Fucking concentrating around him would be impossible.
“How can you say everything will be fine? I nearly got killed last night. They attacked my employees… I don’t even know how they’re doing.”
“Everyone’s fine.”
