Page 78 of Her Passionate Hero

His hands enveloped her small back. She needed to eat more, it was probably why she was cold. He would see to it.

“I’ll be back later to take you to Mamie’s.”

“It’s Saturday already?”

He looked up and saw the bruising on the left side of her face was turning yellow. He trailed his fingers against it. Brushed his thumb across her bottom lip. Just one, he promised himself. His lips touched hers, and she flowered open.

He molded their lips together and was rewarded when he felt her nipples prod his chest. He shifted, and she moaned and twisted against him. He drew back and began seducing her mouth with licking, nipping, and nibbling kisses until she grabbed his ears and pressed her lips against his, thrusting her tongue into his mouth.

He had never been so tempted by a kiss. His hand went to the back of her neck, and he tilted her head so he could get a better angle to feast. Her silken tongue lured him to new heights, her soft heat driving him crazy. He hooked one hand around her thigh and drew it around his, so she was straddling him, his cock cradled by her jean-clad heat. Her hands moved from his ears to his face, down to his shoulders, and he felt her fingers bite. It was the only thing that penetrated his haze of desire.

His woman’s body was sliding slowly, sensuously, innocently against his. He smoothed back the glory of her hair, hating to do so. It was as if he was bringing in the outside world when he lifted back the veil of sunshine.

“Easy, mi Amor,” he brushed a tender kiss against her temple.

She took a deep breath. Then another. And then…and then…she smiled.

“Hunter.”

“Yes?”

“No, just Hunter. I’ve said your name so often in my head when I needed strength when I needed joy when I needed saving. And now you’re here.”

Her words hit him in the heart.

His phone vibrated. It wasn’t a text this time, it was a call. Aliana recognized it and sat up, pulling the afghan around herself.

“Yeah?” he said into the phone.

“Zed’s got a situation. If you don’t get your ass out of the house now, I’m taking your bike and going. He needs some backup. He thinks he has a lock on Ynez and Darla, and it’s not good.” Hunter was up off the couch and putting on his boots before Dalton finished his last sentence.

“Gotta go, Cariña. Lock up behind me.”

“Hunter, what’s―”

“Gotta go.” He snagged his shoulder holster and jacket and flew out the door sure Aliana would follow his orders. He plugged in the tracking program on Zed in his phone. Dalton and Hunter had added him to their network first thing.

“Fuck,” he said to Dalton as he got to his bike.

“What?”

“The girls are in the middle of Las Nuevas Espadas territory. No wonder Zed is calling in backup.”

“How bad is that?”

“They’re Los Demonios, it’s not so much the men of the gang as the women of the Espadas. Not good at all,” Hunter said as he swung his leg over his bike. He pressed a number into his phone.

“Hey LL, need a favor, my man.”

“You always need favors.”

“Yeah, well, it’s Friday night, and I don’t have any information on Mateo, now do I? So, since you haven’t delivered on that one, maybe this one you can deliver on.”

“You’re trying my patience.”

Hunter took a calming breath.

“LL, there are two girls, both of them high school age, one of them is four months pregnant. They’re in your territory, and they’re in trouble. I don’t have the details, but I have a friend monitoring the situation, and he wants me over ten minutes ago, so I know it’s bad. I need you to intervene.”