She reluctantly turned back to him."We should go back to the room.Leigh's tired."
Hunter stepped closer, his hand brushing hers.Then he squeezed.The simple show of affection sent a thrill through her, warmth rushing to her chest.
Annie held his gaze, her lips curving into the smallest smile.She didn't want to let go.
But she did, guiding Leigh back toward the clubhouse, her heart still racing from the touch of his hand.
Chapter 17
Hunter stopped in thehallway.He'd stayed back and had a couple of shots of whiskey with Baddy after Annie and Leigh had called it a night in hopes the alcohol would take the edge off and sleep would come easier.
He opened the door and stepped inside his room, searching for Annie.Instead, he found the bedroom door shut and the girls out of sight for the night.
Rubbing the back of his neck, he sat on the couch.There was not much to do except go to sleep.He unlaced his riding boots.The couch was too short and too narrow for his frame.Six foot three and two-hundred and thirty pounds, he felt folded into the sofa like a man trying to sleep in a box.He took off his boots, set his pistol aside, loosened his belt, and stretched out when the bedroom door opened.
Annie stepped out, blanket draped around her shoulders, her hair loose, her gaze soft.Hunter took in her bare toes and patted the cushion beside him.He went through the day, smelling her in his room, seeing her around him, and touching her every chance he got.But it was never enough.
She crossed the room and joined him without hesitation.
For a moment, she stared down at her lap.Then, she lifted her hand, tracing the ink on his forearm.Her fingers followed the lines of the tattoo.The soft tip of her finger tickled his skin as she went around the inked wheel and followed the flames.
Hunter let her explore, his chest tightening at the gentleness of her touch.She looked up at him, eyes wide, as if she was learning something about him no one else had bothered to see.
He let his head fall back on the couch, giving her an invitation to do all the exploring she wanted.He had tattoos all over his body.Most of them didn't mean a damn thing, except he thought they looked cool at the time he had them done.
Most of them were twenty years old or older.Just a part of his skin.
She found the scar on his bicep and raised her brows.
"Gunshot."He tried to whisper but didn't know if the word came out or not, except for the shocked look on her face."Grazed me."
She put her lips on the scar and kissed it, closing her eyes and lingering.His cock pulsed to life.He could sure get used to the softness she brought to his life.
Annie let the blanket slip from around her, then lifted her shirt.He ogled the glimpse of black panties until Annie cupped his whiskered jaw and raised his gaze to where she pointed on the right side of her abdomen, almost to her hip bone.It was his turn to trace the short scar with his finger.
He grunted and looked at her.
