The Hunter's Angel

F*ck Him

I woke to a rich, woodsy scent, one that filled all of my senses at once as my eyes fluttered open.

Eyes that came face to face with a chest. A very hard, very naked chest.

Blinking slowly, I noticed that my head was currently resting in the crook of Hunter's arm, with his body curled tightly around me.

His entire body.

Warmth rushed through me as I discerned his heavy thigh that was somehow resting between my legs, and the pressure of his inked arm wrapped snugly around my waist.

The thin, silky piece of fabric I was wearing did little to cover my skin, and I could feel Hunter almost everywhere. That feeling only intensified when he shifted subtly in his sleep, pressing against me even harder.

I bit my lip to stifle a gasp, as the evidence of his morning arousal brushed against a most intimate part of me.

Every single thing that had occurred last night, from the argument to Hunter leaving me alone for hours, had escaped my mind. The only thing I was thinking about was the feel of his body against mine.

My eyes fluttered shut as he shifted again, and this time I couldn't hold back the soft inhale as a shiver shot up my spine.

I shuddered a breath, unapologetically reveling in the heat pooling low in my stomach. This man had way too much control over me, even in his fucking sleep.

"Layla, if you keep making those breathy little noises, I'm going to have to do something about it."

Shit.

I shot up in bed, straight as a rod as Hunter's throaty chuckles filled the air. The bastard was awake this whole damn time.

My eyes met his sleep-ridden ones, and then they lowered down to where the blanket had shifted, revealing his arousal straining against his boxers.

Gulping quietly, I stumbled out of the bed, crossing my arms over my body to cover what the nightgown didn't.

Hunter's expression turned from playful to wicked in a matter of seconds as his eyes followed the neckline of my gown, down to the swell of my breasts and the length of my tanned legs.

"Now, I have to ask. Where on Earth did you get that nightgown?" he drawled with a rasp.

I tried to ignore the way his voice affected me, instead making another feeble attempt at covering my body. "My sister got it for me as a joke. And Kat thought it would be hilarious to toss out all of my pajamas and sneak this in my luggage instead."

Hunter's lips curled upwards slowly. "I do love your friends."

Scowling, I rolled my eyes at him. "Of course you do."

"And I do love that nightgown."

Bastard. "Of course you do," I repeated slowly.

His stormy eyes took on a mischievous glimmer, and I knew I wasn't going to like what came out next. "But I think it would look even better on the floor."

My jaw dropped straight to the floor and my eyebrows skyrocketed, my face the pinnacle of surprise.

He just couldn't hold back, could he?

Hunter simply threw me a devilish grin, leaning back against the headboard with that gleam still in his eyes.

I took that as my cue to scramble off to the bathroom.

I brushed my teeth and splashed cold water on my face desperately, cursing up a silent storm while Hunter remained in the bedroom. It wasn't even 9:00 AM and the motherfucker had me horny as hell.