Page 11 of Operation Wolf: Hunter

“Are you all right?”

He tilted my chin up so that I was looking directly into his eyes, and my heart fluttered at the concern I saw in their green depths.

“Yes,” I said.

My eyes latched on to the sensuous curve of his mouth, and I hastily backed away as a sudden urge to kiss him took hold. It had been a while since I’d had sex with a man, but I wasn’t exactly a stranger to one-night stands. But I also knew that getting involved with this man would be a damn bad idea, especially since I didn’t really know why he was here. Not to mention, I was injured and hurting like a motherfucker.

That knock on the head must have really fucked up my common sense.

“Come on. Let’s get you inside.” Hunter turned away, taking the porch steps two at a time.

I followed him a little more slowly and allowed him to settle me onto the cracked, faded brown leather couch.

“Just hang out here for a few and put some ice on that, okay? I’m going to go and check on the horses.”