Hunter’s POV
She stared up at me, conflict clear in her eyes. “We can’t... I should.”
“But?”
“But I don’t want to.” The admission seemed torn from her, painful and liberating at once.
Those few words made my control snap. I kissed her again, harder, more demanding. My hand moved beneath her bra, finding her breast, thumb brushing across the n****e. She gasped, arching into my touch. I wanted to feel all of her, taste her, lose myself in her.
I shifted, trailing kisses down her throat, across her collarbone. Her hands clutched at my back, her breathing ragged. When I moved to unbutton her blouse, she didn’t stop me. One button, then another, revealing more skin, more lace.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmured against her skin. “So goddamn beautiful.”
I pushed the fabric aside, my mouth fin
