Hunter grew amused, watching Loretta. When she threw him an accusing glance, he noted that her pupils had flared until her irises were almost black. Crimson rode her cheeks, and a rosy flush colored her slender throat. He wondered if her entire body was pink and wish they were alone so he could find out. Tonight he would build a fire so she couldn't hide in shadows, and he would learn every inch of her, slowly.
( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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