~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 ...