Putting his hands on her shoulders, he pushed her a few inches from him. 'I'll love you on this rug if you like, but we'd be more comfortable in bed.' Passion had made his voice low, and she found it both exciting and frightening. She shivered as he stood and pulled her up into his arms.
Her mind refused to think rationally. For one moment in time she wanted to float on the passions of her dreams. Closing her eyes, she rested her hand on his shoulder as he played with the buttons of her nightgown. They gave willingly to Hunter's touch, as willingly as she came to him.
She heard his sharp intake of breath as he opened her gown. Looking up, she saw the fire of his desire in his smoldering gray eyes.
He reached down, cupping one breast lovingly in his hand. 'My God, how can one woman be so beautiful? My mind tells me I'm awake, yet my eyes tell me I'm dreaming. I can still hardly believe you've been so near and I thought you were only a dream.' He bent and kissed each breast before returning to Perry's lips with a demanding kiss.
She heard his low moan as his tongue circled her lips and tasted her mouth. Perry opened to him as a flower opens to the sun. His kiss grew more demanding as she pressed against him, wanting to melt into him. Wanting to be as much a part of him physically as she had been emotionally for every moment since they'd met.
Hunter lifted her into his arms and walked the few steps to her bed. He carefully laid her down, as though she were a priceless doll. 'Now isn't that better than the floor, Molly,' he said as he began unbuttoning his shirt, never taking his eyes from her.
Perry raised on her elbow, a look of worry on her face. 'My name's not Molly,' she began. Why would he call her by another name?
'Now there's no need to play coy. I've figured it all out. It doesn't matter to me how you earned your living during the war. I want you so much, I'm willing to pay whatever you ask. Lord knows how you can keep those innocent eyes.' He continued undressing. 'I met a poor farm girl with eyes like yours once. Until a few minutes ago I thought you were only a fantasy. When I stepped to your door and saw my angel sitting before me, I could not believe you were real. So name your fee, lady, it's yours.'
Hunter turned to place his shirt on a chair. His hand was trembling with the excitement of being near such a flawless wonder. He really didn't care that she was a prostitute; he had dreamed of her since he'd been injured. He realized now he must have seen her sometime before, and her image had become his model for perfection.
When he turned back to the bed, she was gone. For an instant he thought she still might have been only a dream.
Glancing around, he saw her standing by the windows beside a large dresser. Relief was evident in his face as he watched her draw something from a desk. She turned to face him, her huge brown eyes filled with pain, a small gun in her hand.
She didn't know what kind of game Hunter was playing, but she wanted no part of it. 'I'm not Molly. I nursed you when I found you during the war. I lay beside you in the barn loft to give you my body's heat. I fought death with you. Last month I had to leave my home and you helped me.' Her words were coming in gulps now as she backed away from him like a frightened animal. 'You are the only man who has ever touched me. I thought I was bound to you-that we were forever a part of each other. I cannot believe I almost made love with you when I mean nothing more to you than a paid attraction.'
Hunter's mind spun. The whiskey, the bump on his head, Jennifer's unfaithfulness, and now this. He tried to think of what to say. 'Does it matter? You're here and I've dreamed of you for so long. I want you like I've never wanted another woman. I ache now from wanting you.'
Hunter moved toward her. He watched her clutch her nightgown tightly together with one hand as she held the small pistol in the other. Her beauty intoxicated him, drawing him to her. The danger mattered little. He could still taste her kiss on his tongue, and he knew he was drunk on her loveliness.
'Stay back, Hunter,' she said. He could see the hurt in her eyes, the fear, and something else… determination. The pain in her eyes shot through his very heart, hurting him far more than any bullet she might fire at him.
'I'll shoot you if you come any closer,' she said as she lifted her chin and blinked the tears from her eyes. His hard chest glowed in the firelight and she longed to run her fingers over the soft hair covering his body. But she could not, would not, give herself so cheaply.
'What do you want from me?' Hunter asked, frustrated. The muscle rippled over his jawline, reminding her of his strong will.
'I wanted your love, but now I only want your absence,' she ordered as they heard voices from Molly's room.
In an instant she vanished from Hunter's sight. In complete darkness she ran through the connecting door to the small office, across the office, and into the hall.
Hunter heard Abram calling him as he darted after her.
'I'm here, Abram!' he shouted as he grabbed his clothes and began dressing. Abram and Luke appeared in the doorway. They were both rain-soaked and muddy.
'Where's Miss Perry?' Luke demanded as his eyes searched the room.
Hunter nodded at Abram, noticing Abram did not return his greeting. Stone-faced, both men stood in the doorway watching Hunter dress.
'Sir, I asked you a question. Where is Miss Perry?' Luke drew himself up and clenched his fists. 'If you've harmed her, I'll break you into so many pieces, they'll not find enough to bury.'
'Slow down, Luke,' Abram said as he placed his arm across the other man's chest. Luke's anger vibrated from his huge frame. 'We'll get the answers.'
'Is this man a madman? Need you hold him back, Abram?' Hunter asked as he buttoned his shirt. 'Surely he can't be seriously thinking to do me harm.'
'No, Hunter.' Abram's words slapped Hunter. 'I'll not hold him back unless you answer his question. If you've hurt Miss Perry, I'm planning to help him. I know you well, but it looks very bad with you standin' here in her room putting your clothes on.'
'Now I know you're mad!' Hunter backed up until he sat on the bed. He lowered his head and thought for a long minute. What a crazy night this had been, and now his best friend was about to turn against him. As Hunter realized how badly he had misjudged Perry, he couldn't blame Luke and Abram for reacting so violently. He raised his gray eyes to the two men before him and spoke honestly. 'I wish you both would knock some sense into me. I won't even fight back. I mistook Perry for another kind of woman. I hurt her very deeply. She ran out of here crying. Before you beat me to a pulp, can I find her and at least say I'm sorry?'
Luke and Abram looked at each other. A part of each man wanted to slam a fist into Hunter, but both saw the pain he already felt. Abram saw just how much Hunter cared for Perry, knowing his friend was the kind of man not given to hurting anyone. He'd help him talk to her, but Hunter had better make it right.
'We'll help you find the little lady, but if she doesn't forgive you, I'll have my turn with you,' Luke said.
Hunter stared at Abram. 'Why didn't you tell me Perry was here?'
Before Abram could answer, Molly stormed between the two pillars of muscle blocking the door. 'Where's Perry?' Molly's keen eyes surveyed the room, but it was Hunter's face that told her all she needed to know. Stomping her bulk to within inches of him, Molly waved her chubby finger in his face. 'You be either a filthy swine like your cousin, or a fool for sure. Perry made you out to be a god, and here you sit showin' what an ass you be. You're no better than any other man. Perry's an innocent lady who needed a slow, loving awakening. From the looks of it, you stormed in, threw the curtain back and started yellin'. Blast your hide, I'd like to-'
Hunter caught Molly's flying hand. 'You'll have to stand in line. There's two ahead of you.' He moved his head toward the two still blocking the door.
Molly glanced at Luke and Abram. Hunter lowered her hand to her side. He stood up, tucking his shirt into his pants. 'You must be Molly,' he stated, rubbing his forehead. 'I wish I'd met you half an hour ago. But right now we've got to find Perry. I've got to talk with her.'
'I saw the front door ajar when I came up,' Molly lied. She had heard the attic door close but had no intention of giving Perry's hiding place away. 'I'll stay here in case she comes back.'
Hunter grabbed his cape, bolting through the door and disappearing before Abram and Luke could even move to follow. For a moment the two giants struggled for the same space in the door frame.
'Hey, leave me my door, boys!' Molly laughed at the comic pair. Despite her ranting of a few minutes ago, she was in a jolly mood. Molly had seen the passion burning behind Hunter's eyes. She knew he had looked at Perry as a
