The Hunter by Theresa Meyers

against his chest, and wrapped her arms over his shoulders and around his neck. Her lips were dewy soft and warm as she kissed him. A shock, like something from a sting shooter but far more pleasant, arced through him, energizing every cell, making him feel invincible.
    He liked women. A lot. He liked how they smelled, how they tasted, and how they felt. Her sensual assault was like giving a drinking man a bottle; he simply couldn’t resist.
    Colt threw his arms around her waist, pulling all her warmth closer until it filled his senses. Damp heat steamed off them. The tip of her tongue slid along the seam of his mouth, slick and warm, and he couldn’t resist the temptation to taste her. She was sweet and spicy, cinnamon and honey. She ground her hips against him. Colt couldn’t think straight. Hell, he couldn’t think at all past the thrumming pulse of sensual heat she was wrapping around him.
    In the next instant water poured down, drenching them both, streaming over his hat. He broke their mind-numbing kiss with a startled intake of breath and found they were on the other side of the waterfall.
    They had passed straight through.
    Colt blinked in astonishment.
    “See, that wasn’t so bad.”
    He gazed down into her eyes. Droplets of water sparkled in her long, dark eyelashes. “You did that on purpose.” His voice was rough with longing and need. For an instant he was insane enough with desire to want to plunge back under the water just so she’d keep kissing him.
    Her lips, slightly swollen and rosy from their kiss, tilted into a sweet, sexy-as-hell smile. “You’re welcome.”
    Now Colt was rattled for another reason altogether. In the space of a heartbeat she’d taken over his ability to think with the touch of her body and the heat of her kiss. Hell, she’d overridden a fear that went straight to his gut. Not to say that he hadn’t enjoyed it, but if she could do that, then exactly how much power did she possess and how deep in trouble was he?
    The air on this side of the waterfall was noticeably warmer. Wisps of steam curled in white mist off her clothing as well as his. For a second Colt was grateful for the reassurance that it wasn’t just his overactive libido causing the heat he sensed.
    He tried to right himself by gently, but firmly, unlacing her delicate fingers curled into the hair at the nape of his neck.
    “Don’t worry so much, Colt. I’m not going to let anything happen to you on this venture. You’re safe with me,” she said.
    He very much doubted that. He was anything but safe with her. A beautiful woman was a weakness for him, but a woman who could make him forget himself, forget his deepest fears, his darkest memories, that was a force to be reckoned with.
    Resorting to a glib smirk, he tried to cover his discomfort and put some distance between them. “Maybe I did that on purpose just to get you to kiss me again.”
    The succubus gave him a knowing smile in return that said maybe I wanted you to. His stomach dropped to his shoes. Damn. She was testing him, and there was only so much a mortal man, Hunter or otherwise, could bear.
    She reached up and pulled the pins from her hair, letting the dark, wet, red tresses curl down along her back. She ran her fingers through it, separating the curls with her fingers, where they dried instantly into spirals of flame-colored silk.
    Damn, it was hot in here. Colt swallowed down a thick lump hard. His fingers were itching to follow the same path as hers, but he forced his hands to stay at his sides and instead rubbed the butt of the revolver in the holster at his hip.
    “So where do we go from here?” The sweet lilt to her voice started to suck him in all over again. His brain spun with visions of having her naked beneath him. Of waking up with her, slumberous and soft, tucked in beside him each morning.
    Stop it. Get hold of yourself , Colt berated himself. Letting her kiss him like that had been a mistake. There was no denying that having her