She grimaced and flung a hand over her eyes, squinting against the bright pain exploding through her skull. What the hell had she done last night to earn this monster hangover? With a groan, she rolled over—and encountered a solid chest, a heavy thigh draped over her own. Her eyes flew open wide. Hard, male, dangerous. Hunter. Had she slept with him again? Given that she was completely naked and even small movement strained muscles she hadn’t known she possessed, she guessed yes. Worse, merely sliding her bare skin against his hair-roughened flesh made her hot and wet. Again. Despite the fact that Hunter was as subtle as a sledgehammer, and she usually refused to come within ten feet of such men, some part of her wanted to stay curled up next to him with his strong arms around her, and hear that deep voice rasp her name again. Many men shied away from her big mouth and attitude.
