“Is that what I’m doing?”
“You know darn well you are.”
He reached out and touched her cheek, his caress hot and steady against her face. “Now I’m flirting,” he said, his grin wider.
She lifted her hand to swat him away but found herself curling her fingers around his wrist instead. “Don’t play with me.” She tried to issue a strong warning, but her husky, trembling voice betrayed her.
Hunter was stepped closer, his face inches from hers. “Despite what I said when I arrived yesterday, I realized you were right. We do have unfinished business, starting with me accepting your apology.”
Her pulse beat out a rapid rhythm that increased with his sincere words. “Well, I’m glad you’ve come around.” She licked her dry lips and reminded herself that she was smart enough not to read more than face value into his words. Still, she couldn’t deny how happy she was that his attitude had changed, if only because working to free her father would be easier on her now.
Or would it? As he held her gaze, his hazel eyes glittered, golden flecks dancing with a desire she recognized, not only because he’d looked at her that way before, but because the same yearning was building inside her, too.
Molly saw his intent even before he moved and knew she should back away from him fast. She still didn’t know why he’d had a sudden change of attitude toward her. Didn’t know if she could trust the good mood he’d developed overnight. So if she were careful, she’d retreat before the dynamic between them changed yet again.
She didn’t.
Slowly, deliberately, never breaking eye contact, Hunter lowered his head until his mouth met hers. His lips were velvety soft but his movements were hungry. He sank his tongue into the deep recesses of her mouth, swirling around and around, possessive and sure of what he wanted. Somehow he knew what she wanted, too, and delicious flutters nestled in the pit of her belly, urging her to meet him thrust for thrust, to kiss him back.
Devouring.
Apologizing.
Making up for lost time.
Nothing else mattered. His hands came down on her shoulders and he pulled her closer, while his lips turned harder and more demanding against hers. Her br**sts brushed against his chest, making her ni**les peak and grow increasingly sensitive. Heavy heat along with dewy moisture settled between her thighs in a delicious, throbbing pressure and a pulsing need that made her question her actions a year ago and her sanity now.
She grabbed his shirt and curled her fingers into the rough cotton, desire and yearning rushing through her body at a rapid pace, one that matched the demanding thrusts of his tongue inside her mouth and his lower body moving against hers. He tasted so good. His desire for her was so intense, an answering moan reverberated from the back of her throat.
She couldn’t get enough of him and she needed so much more, but suddenly and without warning he stepped back, leaving her body shaking, with only the wall behind her for support.
“You see?” he asked, staring at her through heavy-lidded eyes. “Unfinished business.”
She swallowed hard, everything within her still trembling uncontrollably.
As if he knew even the wall wouldn’t offer enough support, Hunter rested his hands on her shoulders.
Unwilling to lean on him until she understood why he’d kissed her and, more importantly, why he’d backed away, Molly stepped closer to the wall.
“Is this a game to you?” she asked. “Am I a game?” The same kind of game she’d warned him she wouldn’t play. Not even she deserved that kind of punishment.
He shook his head, running his thumb over his damp lips as he studied her with those gorgeous eyes. “No games.”
“Then why—”
“I stopped because I didn’t want your family to find us going at it in the hall like kids in high school,” he said in a gruff voice.
She drew in a deep breath. “And you kissed me because—”
His grin returned. “Like we both said, unfinished business.”
Molly didn’t know if he meant physical or emotional business, but she felt certain that over the next few weeks she would definitely find out.
She ran her tongue over her lips and tasted him there, salty, masculine and overpowering. “When I said unfinished business, I meant we had things to discuss, not that we had to…you know.”
He laughed. “Are you saying that the kiss wasn’t on your agenda?”
An unexpected smile tugged at her lips. “I don’t have an agenda except clearing my father, and as far as that goes, we have work to do.” She held her breath, hoping he’d take the hint and change the subject away from them. She needed time to think clearly and couldn’t do that as long as he was around and close, and ready to kiss her at any given moment.
“Okay, but first I want to say something about what went down last year.”
Obviously he’d do things his way, not hers, Molly thought. “Okay, what’s that?”
Hunter was still shaken from the depth of their kiss, but some things couldn’t remain unsaid. “About Dumont.”
Molly blinked, obviously surprised he’d choose to talk about her almost stepfather. “What about him?”
“I’m sorry that you got hurt when Lacey decided to return from the dead. I know how much having Dumont as your stepfather meant to you. And in the end, you were right to have faith in him. He had changed.”
She stared at him through widened eyes. “Thank you,” she said softly. Obviously she recognized how hard it was for him to say anything nice about the man, given their past.
He treated her to a curt nod. Reining in his rampaging emotions wasn’t easy. He’d promised himself he’d see where things between he and Molly could go. Thanks to that kiss, now he knew. And he was scared to death because this woman still had the power to stomp on his heart.
But only if he let her, Hunter reminded himself. He was in control this time and no way would he let her emotionally close enough to hurt him. Still, he wasn’t looking for retaliation.
He wanted peace, Hunter realized, and that meant being honest with her. “Molly?”
“Yes?”
He heard the note of hope in her voice. “I’m not the same man you knew last year,” he warned.
Not that he thought she’d fall head over heels and want to end up with him. She’d already turned him and everything about him down flat.
She inhaled deeply. Her mouth was red from the pressure of his lips.
“I saw your apartment. I caught a glimpse of the changes,” she said bluntly. “They weren’t you.”