A Hunter's Passion by Gwen Knight Read Free Book Online

you intend to do with me.”
    A low moan fell from her lips as her head fell to the side, granting him access to her neck. There was something important she had to warn him about, something pivotal if they were to succumb to one another. But with his mouth nibbling its way down, she couldn’t for the life of her remember what it might be.
    He pressed into her, walking her backward until she was flat against the wall, caging her against his hard body. Her hands skimmed beneath the shoulders of his jacket, pushing the heavy material to the ground before fumbling with the hem of his shirt and quickly yanking it up over his head.
    A sharp hiss fell from his lips, giving her pause. Blinking, she caught sight of an unsightly bandage taped securely to his shoulder. The gauze was stark against his tanned skin, a tinge of brownish-red in the center.
    “Ryker—”
    Shaking his head, his clouded gaze met hers. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t want to think about anything other than you right now.”
    “What did it?” she demanded, ignoring his request.
    His mouth quirked. “A vamp.”
    Jenna’s chest hitched as she silently measured the distance between the wound and his neck. Inches from his jugular. It could have torn out his throat. “But I thought...”
    The tips of his fingers ran down to her shoulders, sliding beneath the thin straps of her sundress. “The cross only stops them from munching our throats,” he murmured as he dipped down and pressed his lips against her jaw. “It’ll heal, but right now I don’t want to talk about a dead vamp.”
    She shuddered, the heat in his irresistible voice wrapping around her. The things his mouth did to her...she suddenly couldn’t remember what it was they were talking about. There was only his mouth and his tongue, laving at her throat and trailing south.
    With a simple flick, the delicate slip of material pooled at her feet. Ryker drew back, his hungry eyes raking the length of her body. Never had she felt so sexy than in this moment, standing before him in nothing more than her lacy undergarments.
    “So beautiful,” he whispered. “Jenna, I’ve missed you.”
    Her throat tightened, eyes fluttering shut at the sound of his voice. Such a simple thing for him to say and yet her heart beat frantically. To hear that he still wanted her, that he still cared for her...for two years she’d convinced herself that he would think of her as nothing more than a monster.
    A relieved giggle rose between them, and stretching on her toes, she wound her arms around his neck and stole his mouth. Her lips parted, and she melted into him when his tongue met hers with a possession she felt to her core.
    Unbridled need overcame her. It’d been so long since she’d felt empowered and provocative—a way she’d only ever felt in Ryker’s arms. Making use of her newfound confidence, she found his hands and brought them to her chest, craving to be touched, caressed.
    A low growl rose from his throat, his fingers unlocking the front clasp. She wanted his mouth on her breasts, yearned for the damp heat of his tongue on her pebbled nipples. Instead, he dragged his thumbs over them, teasing them with his hands. Capturing her nipple between his fingers, he continued his maddening game, stroking her in slow, rhythmic circles that had her panting.
    Eagerness stole away her thoughts, her hands sweeping around his back to rid him of his pistol.
    “Here,” he whispered against her lips. “Let me help.”
    His hands abandoned her, and she nearly cried out with frustration, until a heavy thump drew her gaze to the table next to them where his gun now sat.
    “Have at it,” he teased, before recapturing her mouth in a drugging kiss that left them both breathless.
    She impatiently tore at his jeans, ignoring how good he looked wrapped in denim. He would look better wrapped around her, and she couldn’t wait any longer. Pushing his jeans and boxers down over his hips, she broke from the kiss so