Hunter’s pov:
Eating with Eden felt like heaven and hell at the same time. I was with the woman I loved. There was no other place I would rather be. She, however, took it upon herself to torture me with her moans. Every time the food – which admittedly was good – hit her tastebuds, some kind of alluring moan would escape her lips.
At some point, I was past holding back my groans, “You’re killing me, woman.”
“God forbid,” came her sweet immediate response as her eyes snapped up to mine without delay.
My eyes widened while she blushed furiously because of her own words.
How endearing was that? Heavens, I wanted to eat her up.
“You’re making me blush again,” she let out in a whiny tone of voice, which was most definitely playful, and there was no heat to her glare either.
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