TESSA POV
I’d never wanted anything more than I wanted Gunter right now. Every single nerve in my body was strung tight, humming, alive. I wanted to be touched, to be teased, to be his.
Forever.
But he was so damn sure we had to wait. That it had to be *home* — our home — before we crossed that line. And I wasn’t going to fight him on it.
Not when he was looking at me like that.
Those green eyes—hooded, hungry, molten with lust—drank me in like I was the only thing in his universe. And maybe I was.
My mate. My Gunter. So freaking sexy I could barely breathe.
He was still in his pants, his chest bare and glistening faintly in the dim light. Goddess, his body—lean muscle and sharp lines, broad shoulders and that trail of dark ink running along his collarbone—he was art. Wild, dangerou
