Page 61 of The Hunter’s Affection

He’d been forward to suggest it, but Torr never allowed himself regret. Waiting for her response, though, was the kind of torture he could do without.

“You said you were leaving at the end of the month, after the bar’s opening.”

His thumb wandered from her cheek to the corner of her mouth.

“That was what I’d planned.”

She opened her lips, just slightly.

“And what if a Cheld arouses—”

“I will need to go.”

There it was. The reason, or one of them, he had never allowed for something like this to happen before. A hunter could never stay in one place.

He used his thumb to outline her top lip, not fully open, imagining the tip of her pink tongue touching it. Touching him.

Groaning, he pulled away.

“We should go to the bar.”

As if pulled from a trance, Charlotte turned to walk away, but he’d have none of it. Stopping her, he looked in her eyes for the answer he craved.

“I’d have your thoughts, Charlotte.”

“I will take all of you that I can get.”

Her words shot straight to his cock. He closed his eyes to reverse the spell she’d cast. If he wanted to walk out of here comfortably . . .

“Let me change.”

His eyes flew open. “You’re perfect.” He looked at his shirt on her, reluctant to relinquish his small claim on her.

Following his gaze, seeming to understand, she thankfully agreed. “So what are we waiting for?”

Although he was the one who’d suggested the outing, he’d much prefer to toss Charlotte down on the couch beside them. Still, he knew it was time to pay the piper, or his brother in this case, so he instead grabbed his phone from the kitchen counter and waited for her to do the same.On the way to the bar, Charlotte tried, once more, to elude him, insisting she had to keep him on his toes.

“If I can’t outrun you, I can at least hide,” she said, her tone saucy, as it only was when she spoke to him. While she had taken off fairly quickly for a human, Torr found her inside The Creamery easily enough. Hating to remind her of his superior sense of smell, he feigned surprise when he found she’d ordered them both ice cream cones—chocolate peanut butter cone for her, vanilla for him.

She’d teased him mercilessly yesterday about his preferred ice cream flavor. It was when she’d called him “boring” that they’d commenced their second bout of lovemaking for the day.

Torr had easily disproven her claim.

They walked now at a leisurely enough pace, enough so that they’d nearly finished their ice cream cones by the time they arrived at the bar. As they stepped through the door, both of them laughing, Charlotte popped the final piece of ice cream cone in her mouth.

To say his siblings and Toni looked shocked at the sight of them would be an understatement.

“Greetings, mortals,” he said jovially, then frowned at Toni. “Or mortal, I should say. Speaking of which, when is my brother planning to rectify that?”

Charlotte swatted his arm. “Torr, behave.”

He grabbed her hand before she could pull it back.

“Never.”

Lifting her hand to his mouth, he kissed her palm, his tongue flicking out long enough for her to feel it, but not prolonged enough for the others to notice. Probably.

“Uh, it’s good to see you,” Laria ventured.