The Hunter by Monica Mccarty Page B

laughing when he realized that this was not like anything he’d done before. Kissing her was an entirely
different
experience, and he didn’t like it.
    Except he did like it. Too damned much.
    Slow
.
    But she wasn’t making it easy, the way her fingers were digging into his shoulders as she gripped him harder and harder, and he felt her own pleasure building.
    He cradled her face in his hand, stroking his thumb over the soft curve of her cheek, feeling his chest squeezing tighter and tighter with each caress. Her lips were like velvet,her breath like honey, and she smelled … God, she smelled like a fistful of bluebells that had been sitting in the sun. He wanted to sink into her and let that scent swallow him up.
    His fingers slid around her neck, plunging through the soft waves of her hair. She’d been wearing a hooded cloak, but the hood had slid back to reveal the magnificent golden mane, loose, no doubt, because of the haste of her departure.
    He didn’t want to think about that now—but it was a good thing tracking her had been so appallingly easy. All he wanted to think about was how incredible her lips felt on his, how good it felt to have her breasts crushed against his chest and her hips nestled to his groin, how silky soft her hair was on his fingers as he gripped the back of her head and held her mouth to his, and how much longer could he stand to take it slow when every fiber, every instinct, every drop of blood and bone in his body wanted to slide his tongue into her mouth and taste her deeper.
    He groaned, anticipating the feeling of her tongue circling his. It was going to feel so good …
    His head, his heart, every part of his body was pounding. He couldn’t wait any longer.
    He brushed his mouth over hers again and urged her lips apart. Then he filled her mouth with his, swallowing her gasp of surprise when his tongue licked into the honey-sweet cavern.
    Oh God, that was good! Even better than he’d anticipated. Hotter. Sweeter. Darker and more erotic.
    He pulled her closer, needing to feel the friction of her body against his as his tongue plunged deeper and deeper in her mouth. He bent her to him, feeling himself drowning, feeling his body being dragged into a vortex of pleasure so acute he wasn’t going to be able to pull himself out.
    He could feel her heart hammering against his, feel her shock, and then her discovery as her body awakened to thepassion that ignited like wildfire between them—hot, devastating, and uncontrollable. He’d never felt anything like it. But it was nothing to the sensations that exploded inside him when he felt the first circle of her tongue against his. It sent a wave of heat to his groin so strong that it nearly made his knees buckle.
    She might be innocent, but there was nothing innocent about her response or the sensations it incited. Going slow was forgotten as he pushed her back against a tree, wrapped her leg around his waist, and descended into the madness of passion, their tongues gliding and sparring in a wicked dance.
    His cock was throbbing, positioned at the sweet juncture between her legs. He couldn’t resist. He started to rock, needing the friction of her body moving against his.
    He wasn’t thinking now—had he ever been?—instinct had set in. He was kissing her harder, dragging his hands over her body with a possessiveness that said they were meant to be there. He cupped her incredible breasts, and then her bottom as he lifted her more tightly against him.
    Oh God, right there
. That was it. He clenched, his buttocks tight against the pressure. It felt so good, he had to fight the urge to come.
    He couldn’t wait to be inside her.
    He dragged his mouth from her lips to her neck, covering the frantic pulse beneath her jaw with his mouth and sucking until she squirmed and moaned against him.
    Hot. It was so damned hot he couldn’t breathe.
    He could hear the quickness of her breath, and the soft little gasping sounds she was making were