Only 05 - Autumn Lover

answered.
    She smiled slowly.
    The reckless curiosity and sensual anticipation in Elyssa’s smile made fire pulse through Hunter.
    “How about this?” she asked.
    Her hands slid down Hunter’s body. He sucked in his breath hard when he felt her fingers working over the buttons on his trousers, then his underwear.
    Very quickly Elyssa uncovered a thin strip of Hunter’s skin between folds of cloth. Delicate fingertips traced the skin, found the thatch of hair growing below, and brushed lightly.
    Hunter bit back a curse and a prayer.
    “Does that hurt?” Elyssa asked, only half teasing.
    “No more than this.”
    Hunter’s long index finger skimmed the opening inher drawers, parted thick curls, and probed sensuously.
    The reflexive jerk of Elyssa’s body made Hunter smile. He watched her face while he felt her hand slide inside his clothes, searching, finding, caressing.
    Hunter closed his eyes and shuddered with raw need.
    “Hunter?”
    “Dangerous,” he said through clenched teeth. “Damned dangerous.”
    “Why?”
    Hunter’s fingers slid into Elyssa, found her even hotter than his memories.
    “Because I want this,” he said bluntly.
    “Then it’s yours,” she whispered.
    The slow, deliberate movement of Elyssa’s softness against his hand, and the liquid silk of her response, snapped Hunter’s control. He stretched out suddenly, taking her down to the pallet with him. As he did, he freed his aroused flesh from the confinement of his clothes.
    Before Elyssa could draw a breath, Hunter was between her legs, opening them. The pressure of his caresses tore a cry of passionate surprise from her.
    Abruptly Hunter realized what he had done, pushing Elyssa onto her back, forcing her legs apart, giving her no chance to protest or to push him away.
    Again.
    Hunter forced himself to stop just short of taking Elyssa. She was so close to his erect flesh that he could feel the heat of her reaching out to him, licking over him, promising him fiery oblivion.
    His body vibrated with the sexual tension that was tearing him apart.
    “ Damn ,” Hunter groaned thickly. “I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to—again.”
    He kissed Elyssa’s eyelids, her cheeks, her lips, herthroat, and with every kiss he whispered words of raw need that made her shiver.
    The heat of Hunter’s body against Elyssa’s hands was like a wild fever. The tension vibrating through his flesh made her desperate to ease him.
    “Show me what you need,” Elyssa said. “Show me!”
    “You’re so small, and I—”
    “But I’m not fragile,” she interrupted quickly.
    Hunter shuddered. He had never been harder, more ready. Yet he knew very well the slick resilience of Elyssa’s body. If he was careful, she would take him like a sleek satin glove.
    He groaned.
    “Hunter,” Elyssa pleaded. “Do whatever you must. It’s all right.”
    For a moment she thought he hadn’t heard. Then she felt the probing, intimate caress of his fingers between her legs. The delicious stretching sensation came again.
    A wave of pleasure curled down from Elyssa’s breastbone to her thighs. The wave broke and spilled hotly between them. The sensuous, caressing pressure increased, sliding deeper.
    “Hunter,” she protested raggedly, “I’m supposed to be pleasuring you, not the other way around.”
    He tried to answer, but couldn’t. The hot, snug ease of Elyssa’s acceptance took his breath. His hips bunched as he pressed more deeply into her.
    Another wave gathered and swept through Elyssa. Her abandoned, silken response made the world begin to slide away from Hunter, spinning him into a place where only fire existed.
    Elyssa called Hunter’s name as her body arched, drawn taut by forerunners of ecstasy. Her head turned from side to side as she felt the wildfire biting into her body, a fire conjured by his caresses, a heedless blazethat increased with every motion of his body between her legs. He was burning her alive.
    And she loved every sweet sting of the flames.
    “This isn’t fair,” Elyssa said raggedly. “You’re giving me—everything—and taking nothing—for yourself.”
    Hunter had no words to answer Elyssa. Her body was taking him so hotly, so perfectly. He pushed deeper into her and then deeper still, drawing her legs up beside his, opening her even more.
    Liquid fire answered him, urging him to press harder, deeper, quicker.
    “Hunter,” Elyssa whispered. “I—”
    Her breath was unraveled by sharp, golden claws of