“Please what?” he questions, his huskiness sending my hormones into overdrive.
“Please…more.”
“More? That sounded like begging, but that’s impossible, right? You don’t beg. Ever.”
Groaning, I clench my teeth together with my eyes still squeezed shut. The flames of hell are licking at my p***y and if he doesn’t extinguish them soon, I will do so myself. I slide my arm between us, so ready to get this show on the road. But Hunter slaps my hand away and tsks me.
“Don’t you dare take that rite of passage away from me. You’ve made me wait long enough.”
I finally open my eyes, the room spinning as I attempt to gather my bearings and not pass out. Hunter is hovering over me, his hand still inside my top. He is almost too gorgeous to look at. Most of his hair has slipped free, framing his jag
