Page 102 of Only the Hunter

She blinks, pupils blown wide.

Too much?

Where’s the line?

She nods.

I take her hand and lead her across the suite. The bedroom is dim, curtains still open, the moonlight casting soft shadows across the bed.

I stop at the foot of it and turn her to face me.

“Tell me if I push too far, too hard,” I say, hand on her breast, thumb brushing back and forth over her clothes, warming her nipple.

“You won’t.”

“Evie—”

“I trust you.” Her voice is steady. Sure. “Show me what you like. How you like it.”

That I can do.

I want to see if my suspicions are correct—if there are areas of Evie’s life where she’s more than willing to cede control.

I reach for the hem of her shirt and lift it over her head in one smooth motion. She raises her arms to help, and then she’s standing there in her bra and jeans, breathing fast, eyes bright.

“Thought you might be a little rougher than that,” she whispers.

I cluck my tongue. “Hush. I choose the pace.”

I unhook her bra and let it fall. My hands cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples. She arches into the touch.

“You’re so responsive,” I murmur. “I love that about you.”

“Gabe, please—” Her gaze drops, taking in my hold on her.

“Please what?”

“Touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

“More.”

I smile against her forehead. “Greedy.”

“For you? Yes.”

I turn her around, guiding her forward until her knees hit the mattress. She braces her hands on the bed, looking back at me over her shoulder. “I think you’ve forgotten that I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

I bite back a grin. Her dark hair cascades over one shoulder, and the moonlight casts a haze over her back and the side of one breast. A goddess.

“Stay like that.”

I unbutton her jeans, slide them down her hips along with her panties. She steps out of them and kicks them to the side. Now she’s bare, bent forward, hands on the bed, completely exposed.

And she doesn’t move.

“Good girl,” I murmur.