Chapter Five
“You look like s**t, sissy. Been up all night?” Gunnar strode into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee.
Yes, as a matter of fact. Hope had been up all night. If not actively awake, then tossing and turning, reliving the smoking hot kiss she’d shared with Ben. If it hadn’t come laden with half a lifetime of anxiety ridden baggage, kissing him would have been a dream come true. God, could the man kiss. He’d incinerated her panties and left her weak in the knees, clutching his jacket for dear life. Truth be told, she’d never been kissed like that. Kissing mature Ben had been… a revelation.
And the way his scent had filled her. A crazy sexy combination of super clean soap, leather, and something uniquely Ben. Freaking intoxicating. Addictive. A shot of yearning settl
