~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 tenderly, then her cheeks, tasting the salt of unshed tears. "Don't be scared. I've got you."Her nightgown was thin cotton, and I could feel every curve of her body pressed against mine. My hands roamed her back, and her waist, relearning the soft contours I'd memorized that morning but had been aching to touch again."Hunter," she breathed, her voice breaking on my name. "I've never felt like this before. Like I might die if you stop touching me."The raw honesty in her voice nearly undid me. I capture
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