Hunter’s eyes stayed locked on Mirabella as her trembling fingers reached for the hem of his shirt. Her heart pounded so loudly she was sure he could hear it. She peeled his shirt upward slowly, her fingertips brushing over his hard stomach as the fabric rose. His skin was warm, smooth over rippling muscles, and she swallowed thickly when the shirt finally cleared over his head.

Hunter smirked lazily, watching her with dark, hungry eyes. “That’s my good girl,” he said in a low growl, ...