"There's a time and a place for everything, and this isn't it." "No?" He ran a hand under her blouse. "I say it is a very good time." She jerked when his fingers scaled her ribs. "That tickles." Without warning he rolled with her, coming out on top. He kissed her lightly on the lips while he moved his hand from her ribs to her breast. The small mound of warm flesh fit perfectly in his hand, the crest springing taut against his palm. Scarlet flamed on her cheeks. Unable to resist, Hunter lifted her blouse and moved off her to look, one thigh slanted across both of hers to keep her still. He had guessed right; when she was shy, she grew pink all over. "Hunter!" She tried to shove the leather down. "Someone might come!" "No one comes." Fascinated, he touched the rosy tip of her nipple with his dark fingers, watching it harden and thrust upward, begging for attention--attention he was more than willing to give it. Dipping his head, he flicked the tip of his tongue across the peak, then seized it with his teeth. She gasped and made fists in his hair. "Hunter?" "Hm?" He moved to the unkissed breast. "What is it you want, little one?" Her breath caught as his teeth closed on her. "I want to go." With skillful determination, Hunter continued the exquisite torment until the tips of her nipples throbbed, swollen and hot, against the end of his tongue. "Hunter, please..." She moaned and drew him toward her, arching her hips against him. "Hunter..." He obliged her and at last took her into his mouth. She cried out at the sharp pull, and he gloried in the sound, in the knowledge that he could make her surrender to him."