Hunters Jonathon and Lori
Jonathan could feel her eyes on him as she finished the task of closing the wound as he drifted up from the healing slumber, feeling revived, refreshed, hungry. The major healing had been removing the ice of the other witch's magick from his body.
Closing the wound was child's play to her.
Opening his eyes, he met her gaze and felt his mouth curl into a hungry smile.
"I like the way your eyes feel on me—I like knowing you watch me," he murmured. Taking her hand, he pressed it flat to his belly and held it there.
"Stop it." She swallowed thickly as she slowly moved her eyes up the line of his body, tugging her hand out from under his, trailing the tips of her fingers over his side before folding her hand into a fist that she held in her lap. "I've been watching you for years. You've never given a damn before. And on the rare occasion you did, it only pissed you off."
"Because I wanted you too much," he said hotly, reaching out and sliding his hand up the side of her thigh where she knelt beside him. "And those sweet, innocent eyes that followed me everywhere."
Her eyes sliced across to meet his, narrowed and angry. "I am tired of being called sweet and innocent." The air between them was all but vibrating with her anger, Jonathan could feel it. "I lost my innocence years ago, once I realized what I would be expected to do when I joined an enclave. And I'm only sweet in your eyes. Eli knows I can be a veritable shrew. Sarel thinks I'm a bitch and a half. To everybody else, I am just me. Only you label me as sweet and innocent and then bother to call me by name. Bloody hell, I spent several years wondering if you even knew it. All I ever heard was she is too sweet, too soft for this life."
"I always knew your name. I've been whispering it in my sleep from the time I met you."
