Hunter’s POV

She stared up at me, conflict clear in her eyes. “We can’t... I should.”

“But?”

“But I don’t want to.” The admission seemed torn from her, painful and liberating at once.

Those few words made my control snap. I kissed her again, harder, more demanding. My hand moved beneath her bra, finding her breast, thumb brushing across the nipple. She gasped, arching into my touch. I wanted to feel all of her, taste her, lose myself in her.

I shifted, trailing kisses ...