He didn't rush. His fingers traced a slow path up her ribs, his thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts until she whimpered, her fingers tangling in his hair to pull him back down.
“Hunter…”
“Let me look at you,” he murmured against her jaw, his voice thick with restraint.
He leaned down, his lips replacing his fingers.
Maya threw her head back, her hands gripping his bare shoulders as his tongue traced a burning line down her throat, settling on the pulse point at her neck.
She moaned aloud, the raw sound only making his grip tighten.
His hand slid lower with impatience that made her pulse race. When his fingers slipped past the lace of her underwear, finding the slick, aching heat of her, Maya completely lost her breath.
“Hunter, please,” she breathed, her hips lifting ins
