~HUNTER~

I was already on my third cup of coffee when the sun rose. Sleep had been impossible after leaving Celine in the hallway last night.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her....flushed skin in candlelight, soft gasps against my ear, the way she'd whispered my name like a prayer.

The memory of her body against mine, under mine, was burned into my skin.

What the hell had I done?

My office felt like a sanctuary as dawn broke. I'd come here at four a.m., unable to lie in bed with ...