“Like how?” I mumble with a failed voice.

He flips me over, making me straddle him.

“Like this,” he insists.

I could freeze this moment and never forget how a man in love stares at a woman. His bright blue eyes and perfect mouth pulling a goofy smile makes me realise I'm the luckiest woman in the world to have a man like Hunter Blanco.

I stick my lips out to his tasting him; our tongues now dance a new rhythm that I still need to know what it’s called. But if it is up to me, they would dance nonstop for a lifetime.

My pajama shirt is now on...