Semua Bab Solid Muscle (Unseen Enemy 5): Bab 41 - Bab 50

She stared up at him. At first, she was hurt by his withdrawal, but then she saw his face: it was a complicated mixture of lust and love, of want and fear. And something else… something deeper and darker. That was when she saw it, as clear as a summer day, and she reached out to him, touched his cheek.“Why guilt?” she asked softly.He took a deep breath. “You can see it?”“All over your face.” She traced his cheekbone, his lips, his strong chin. “Tell me, Hunter.”“It’s not about you,” he said quickly. “I don’t feel guilty about – about feeling this way for you. About kissing you.”She gave him a slow smile. “That’s a good start, I think, because I feel no guilt whatsoever about liking it.”“No?” Despite being petrified about the approaching conversation, Sully managed to tease her a bit. “None?”“Zip.” She studied his face closely. “So what’s it all about?”He sighed heavily, and then without a word, he moved in for a hug. Startled, she held him, sensing his need for closeness and c

“Dallas and Mark. I had to disclose it when I left the military, and started applying for jobs in personal security and was subjected to all kinds of psychological tests and questions. Obviously, I was going to come into contact with stalker victims, and Dallas needed to know my personal history. I told him right away and at first, he wasn’t sure I’d be able to handle that kind of thing.” He paused. “I wasn’t so sure, either, actually.”“And can you? Handle it?”“Turns out, I can. I just – disengage.”“Yeah, I’ve seen you do that.”“I know you have.” His face was gentle, open. “I just – it’s survival.”“I know.”“But with you, Cordelia… I…” He paused, trying to find the right words. “With you, I feel again. You make me feel.”“Is that OK?”“Not at first, it wasn’t. It made me angry at you.” He made a small sound, somewhere between a laugh and a sigh. “I didn’t want to feel anything for you and fuck, you’d better believe that I fought it. I avoided you at work and I ignored you and whe

For the rest of her life, Cordelia would remember that moment after Hunter opened her bedroom door.He’d knocked, of course, and she’d turned, startled, delighted, a bit scared. She’d called for him to come in, and the door had swung open and then there he was. Huge, muscular, strong. And all hers, she knew then.Once he saw her standing there in an oversized t-shirt and nothing else, he didn’t even hesitate. He crossed the room in three long strides, took her in his arms. His kiss this time was hot and hard, full of emotion that he was finally unafraid to show her. In this kiss, he handed her his whole heart, gave himself over to her.Cordelia moaned as he took her mouth, his tongue tasting, probing, exploring. His hands were all over her body, roaming hungrily over her curves. It was different already, she sensed, different from the kiss in the kitchen. That one had been full of flame and passion, but it had also been uncertain and shaky. Like Hunter had acted on impulse and then im

"With you I can." Still trying to catch her breath, she raised herself up on one elbow, propped her head in her hand. "Jesus Christ, Sullivan... you have a dirty mouth, huh?""Do I?" He blinked at her innocently."Yeah. You go weeks not talking to me or just grunting at me across the office, and the second you get me naked, you're all about the chatter.""You mind?""Oh, God, no. I love it.""Good. I love it, too."She sighed happily, curled up against his side. His arms went around her and he held her close, and as he did, something cold and dead just opened up inside of him. It was like a thaw after a long, merciless winter; it was a slow, gradual releasing of his guilt and anger. He'd never stop loving Jessica, he knew that, never stop loving Connor... but it was OK to love someone else now. It was OK to be happy again."Hunter?""Right here.""You're not naked."His heart jumped. "True.""Why not?""Well." He shifted a bit to pull her closer. "I was kind of distracted by your nake

The next morning, the first thing that Cordelia was aware of was that her pillow was moving. Startled, she lifted one hand to touch it, felt a vast expanse of hot, hard flesh. She cracked her eyes open, totally confused.“Good morning.” The hardness under her rumbled and vibrated and she raised her head; Hunter’s dark eyes sparkled at her, warm and loving. “You doing OK?”“Oh.” She blushed. “Oh.”“Yeah. Oh.” He grinned, thinking that she looked damn delicious in the morning, all tousled and warm. “So, that happened, baby.”“Many times,” she said.“Many, many.” He kissed her now, luxuriating in the freedom to act on how he was feeling, no guilt and no regrets. “First morning-after kiss done. Coffee?”“Um. What?”“What you said last night, about kissing you and making you coffee and respecting you the morning after. Remember?”She blinked up at him, still trying to wake up. “Yes?”He laughed and she smiled back at him. Hunter looked so… happy. Relaxed and young and full of light.“I’m s