Bought for Christmas by Doris O'Connor Read Free Book Online

the bed, and it was his turn to gasp when she stuck her
freezing cold feet between his legs.
    “Jesus,
kitten. Warn a man.”
    “Serves you right. I thought you
said this place has central heating.”
    “It
does. It’s perfectly warm.”
    Emilia
huffed, snuggled in closer and yawned.
    “All
very well for you to say. You’re like a walking furnace. If you didn’t look so
disgustingly healthy, I’d have thought you’re running a fever.”
    She
yawned again, and seconds later the even puffs of air hitting his chest told
him that she was asleep.
    Hunter
smiled and shut his own eyes. They had a lot to sort out yet, but he couldn’t
help but feel hopeful. Far from being fearful as he’d half thought she might be
considering the situation, she felt secure enough to not only give him sass,
but also to joke with him.
    His
eyes flew open as it dawned on him that he had laughed more in the last few
hours since he’d picked her up from her father’s house than he had in … he
couldn’t even remember when.
     

Chapter Five
     
    Emilia
screwed her eyes shut against the blinding whiteness trying to invade her
closed eyelids. It couldn’t be morning already. She’d only just fallen asleep.
And why was it so bright? It had been pitch black last night, and she had the
stubbed toes to prove it, dammit.
    Turning
her head to get away from the annoying light only achieved for the crushing
pressure to her ribs to increase, and Emilia gave up and opened her eyes.
    Bright
sunshine streamed into the room, and was that snow she could see? Her lips
curved up into a smile. When had they last had snow on Christmas Eve? The
crushing weight around her turned out to be Hunter’s arm and she wriggled
slightly to get him to move, and then froze when her brain registered what she
was seeing.
    “Holy shit.”
    She
hadn’t realized she said that out loud until Hunter’s eyes flew open, and he
let go of her. He yanked the sheet up his torso, and scowled. Jaw locked, eyes
hooded, his entire frame tensed, and Emilia’s heart broke a little for him. She
tugged on the sheet, and smiled at him.
    “Please
don’t hide them from me. Let me see.”
    Hunter
shook his head, and Emilia tugged harder.
    “Please,
I told you they don’t scare me, and besides I felt them last night.” Heat rose
in her cheeks when she recalled just how exactly she had felt them. It
wasn’t like her to be that forward, but it seemed Hunter had awoken her libido
kicking and screaming. Even now she grew wet for him, and Hunter’s nostrils
flared as though he could smell her arousal. The thought should mortify her,
but it had the opposite effect, and she squeezed her thighs together to relieve
the ache in her pussy.
    Hunter
made a strangled sound in the back of his throat and slowly released the death
grip he had on the sheet, and Emilia tried her best to keep her expression
neutral, but oh God, there were so
many of them.
    Tears
clouded her vision and she blinked them away hastily, but one fell on Hunter’s
ridged abdomen anyway and he swore and reached up to cup her face.
    “What
happened to you?” Emilia asked and he shook his head.
    “It’s
not important, and these are nothing to cry over. I told you they don’t hurt
anymore. They’re just ugly.”
    There
was a suspicious undertone to his deep voice, and Emilia leant into his touch,
and using just her index finger traced the edge of his scars, where it crossed
over his pecs . Her fingernail grazed his nipple, and
she watched in fascination as it grew hard under her touch. His pectorals
bunched and his six pack rippled as he tensed, and
ignoring the ugly red, welts on his skin, she ran her fingers through his chest
hair. It felt smooth under her digits, and she followed the trail down to where
he was now tenting the sheet. Her mouth went dry when she saw how far that
sheet rose. She knew he was big from having deep throated him last night, but
he looked enormous, and, suddenly shy, she brought her
hands back up