“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” Hunter’s voice rumbled low and deep. He leaned close, his lips brushing the delicate shell of her ear before he began teasing her earlobe between his teeth, as a small sound of need escaped her throat.

“Please,” she whispered a moan.

“Tell me what you want,” he pressed again, the command in his tone was clear.

“I… I want you to touch me,” Mirabella murmured, barely able to speak. “I want you to hold me… I want you to play with ...