wasn't even sexual, just the gentle touch of his palm against the side of her face, but it woke something hungry and quivering inside her.
Actually ...
Actually, maybe that was just hunger. She was very hungry.
"Excuse me," she said. Her voice came out as a quiet rasp. The gorgeous stranger jumped and quickly pulled his hand back. "Where am I?"
"You're pretty far from anywhere," he said in a slightly embarrassed kind of way. "You're in my cabin. We're a few miles north of a little town called Falls Creek."
"Oh." Felicity swallowed, her mouth dry. She really had been blown pretty far; she'd never even heard of that town. Of course, she'd also been outside her usual flying grounds to begin with. "How did I get here?"
"I found you." He blushed, a flush of color rising in his cheeks. "You hit the roof of my cabin. I found you outside and brought you in, and you, uh, changed."
Now it was Felicity's turn to blush. She would have been completely naked—in fact, under the blanket and deerskin that she seemed to be wrapped in, she was still completely naked. On the other hand, it seemed he'd been a perfect gentleman about it.
Also, she was pretty sure he was some kind of shifter himself. She didn't think she'd be responding to him like this if he wasn't. Even now that he was no longer touching her, she could feel his electric presence, vibrating against her skin like a live wire.
"I'm Felicity Groves," she said.
"Hunter. Uh, Hunter Holt." He turned away quickly, and Felicity became aware of a warm, rich smell filling the cabin. "I just heated up some soup. Do you want some?"
"I would love some."
Though she still felt weak and shaky, she was able to sit up, propping herself against the bed's wooden headboard. She untangled her hands from the covers enough to accept the bowl of soup that Hunter handed her. He ate, too, sitting on the only chair in the room.
It was a very tiny cabin, and it was obvious to her from looking around that Hunter must live here alone. The bed was comparatively huge, easily big enough to accommodate two people, but there was only one chair, and only one cup sitting on the narrow plank table under the window. The one thing the cabin did have in abundance was bookshelves. They might be rather crude compared to the tastefully modern shelves in her apartment—these were wooden planks, though neatly planed and sanded—but they were loaded with well-used paperbacks and hardcover novels. She saw a thick dictionary, some animal field guides, a book on tracking animals ...
She realized she was leaning out of bed and tilting her head to see the titles, which seemed rude. Hastily she went back to scraping out the last of the soup from the bottom of her bowl. "Do you read a lot?"
"Not much else to do," Hunter said, with a shrug of his broad shoulders.
"Don't you get bored?" She saw no signs of a television or a computer in the cabin. In fact, she couldn't even tell if he had electricity. The only light came from the fireplace and a kerosene lamp on the table, casting a warm, homey glow.
Hunter shook his head. "No. There's always something new to look at."
Then he blushed again and dropped his gaze. Felicity smiled. He was shy! But probably he didn't get a lot of visitors out here. "It's all right," she said, a spirit of flirtatiousness seizing her. "I don't mind if you look at me."
Now his blush flamed all the way up to his ears. He cleared his throat. "So, uh, do you want some coffee? I make pretty good coffee."
"Sure," she said. "I'd love some."
She was able, with a bit of squirming, to redistribute her blankets so she could move her arms more freely without being completely indecent. Still, whenever she did move, she noticed that Hunter's gaze kept dropping to the fold of the quilt covering her generous chest—and then breaking hastily away. Still trying to be a gentleman.
Which she did appreciate, but she'd also realized that she didn't mind at all if he decided not to be a gentleman. It was
Actually ...
Actually, maybe that was just hunger. She was very hungry.
"Excuse me," she said. Her voice came out as a quiet rasp. The gorgeous stranger jumped and quickly pulled his hand back. "Where am I?"
"You're pretty far from anywhere," he said in a slightly embarrassed kind of way. "You're in my cabin. We're a few miles north of a little town called Falls Creek."
"Oh." Felicity swallowed, her mouth dry. She really had been blown pretty far; she'd never even heard of that town. Of course, she'd also been outside her usual flying grounds to begin with. "How did I get here?"
"I found you." He blushed, a flush of color rising in his cheeks. "You hit the roof of my cabin. I found you outside and brought you in, and you, uh, changed."
Now it was Felicity's turn to blush. She would have been completely naked—in fact, under the blanket and deerskin that she seemed to be wrapped in, she was still completely naked. On the other hand, it seemed he'd been a perfect gentleman about it.
Also, she was pretty sure he was some kind of shifter himself. She didn't think she'd be responding to him like this if he wasn't. Even now that he was no longer touching her, she could feel his electric presence, vibrating against her skin like a live wire.
"I'm Felicity Groves," she said.
"Hunter. Uh, Hunter Holt." He turned away quickly, and Felicity became aware of a warm, rich smell filling the cabin. "I just heated up some soup. Do you want some?"
"I would love some."
Though she still felt weak and shaky, she was able to sit up, propping herself against the bed's wooden headboard. She untangled her hands from the covers enough to accept the bowl of soup that Hunter handed her. He ate, too, sitting on the only chair in the room.
It was a very tiny cabin, and it was obvious to her from looking around that Hunter must live here alone. The bed was comparatively huge, easily big enough to accommodate two people, but there was only one chair, and only one cup sitting on the narrow plank table under the window. The one thing the cabin did have in abundance was bookshelves. They might be rather crude compared to the tastefully modern shelves in her apartment—these were wooden planks, though neatly planed and sanded—but they were loaded with well-used paperbacks and hardcover novels. She saw a thick dictionary, some animal field guides, a book on tracking animals ...
She realized she was leaning out of bed and tilting her head to see the titles, which seemed rude. Hastily she went back to scraping out the last of the soup from the bottom of her bowl. "Do you read a lot?"
"Not much else to do," Hunter said, with a shrug of his broad shoulders.
"Don't you get bored?" She saw no signs of a television or a computer in the cabin. In fact, she couldn't even tell if he had electricity. The only light came from the fireplace and a kerosene lamp on the table, casting a warm, homey glow.
Hunter shook his head. "No. There's always something new to look at."
Then he blushed again and dropped his gaze. Felicity smiled. He was shy! But probably he didn't get a lot of visitors out here. "It's all right," she said, a spirit of flirtatiousness seizing her. "I don't mind if you look at me."
Now his blush flamed all the way up to his ears. He cleared his throat. "So, uh, do you want some coffee? I make pretty good coffee."
"Sure," she said. "I'd love some."
She was able, with a bit of squirming, to redistribute her blankets so she could move her arms more freely without being completely indecent. Still, whenever she did move, she noticed that Hunter's gaze kept dropping to the fold of the quilt covering her generous chest—and then breaking hastily away. Still trying to be a gentleman.
Which she did appreciate, but she'd also realized that she didn't mind at all if he decided not to be a gentleman. It was
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