~HUNTER’S POV~
Her hands fumbled with the buttons of my shirt, her fingers shaking with need. I helped her, desperate to feel her skin against mine.
When the fabric fell away, she pressed her palms flat against my chest, her touch burning like fire.
"You're trembling," I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
"I'm scared," she admitted, her eyes searching mine in the dim light filtering under the door. "Not of you. Of this. Of how much I want you."
I kissed her forehead tenderly, then her cheeks, tasting the salt of unshed tears. "Don't be scared. I've got you."
Her nightgown was thin cotton, and I could feel every curve of her body pressed against mine.
My hands roamed her back, and her waist, relearning the soft contours I'd memorized that morning but had been achin
