Chapter Eight HunterWell, f**k me. The combination of the words Kate had just spoken and the fire smoldering in her eyes made all kinds of filthy thoughts race through my mind.
After how quickly she’d run out the other night in the middle of our smoking-hot make-out session, I’d figured that the door was closed on anything physical between us. I loved having her here, loved watching her cook tonight, and I’d spent the entire evening telling myself I was fine with things being strictly platonic.
But seeing as she just told me in no uncertain terms that she wanted to start having casual s*x, clearly I was wrong. And just as clearly, I was totally and wholeheartedly on f*****g board with s*x of any kind with this woman. Casual, committed, tantric—I didn’t care. The hard-on I’d been sporting
