Yes, that was it. She needed to get out of this bed, transition and head for the dense, lush sanctuary of the jungle and chase rabbits until she collapsed, too drained to feel any arousal whatsoever.
But when the man pulled her up onto his chest, it was clear he wasn't inclined to let her go anywhere just yet. She had to get a hold of this madness consuming not only her but obviously him as well.
"Aaron, we shouldn't be doing this," she said in hushed tones, even as he arranged her legs on either side of his hips.
"Don't you like … "
"Don't you dare ask me if I like you," she said on a whoosh of breath as his fingers slid between the moist lips between her legs. "You're injured, and … "
"Not so injured I can't take a little taste."
Taste? Taste of what? Then she understood exactly what he meant when, in spite of the cuts and bruises on his arms and chest, he lifted her over his head, settled her soaked pussy right over his face and feasted.
His talented tongue lapped and licked until she shivered like a leaf caught in a gusty breeze in the fall. Every limb quaked and shook as her muscles bunched and released with the pleasure he stirred in her.
Looking down, she saw he was really into what he was doing. Gray eyes closed, his head moved around, back and forth, as he devoured her throbbing pussy. His tongue glided up through her moist folds. A talented tongue dipped into her eager hole while his mouth clamped down on her entire mound, humming his pleasure.
The sound blazed through every nerve, every cell until she thought her skin would combust.
It felt sooooo good! He drove her mad as she hovered on the brink of climax. If he didn't finish her soon she would just die. Riding his face like it was his cock, she panted as her stomach tightened and spasmed against the pleasure. Oh yes, she was so close.
One hand reached up and spread her lips, revealing the swollen nub of her clit. She held her breath as he inhaled her scent, murmuring against her pussy, then dove for the bundle of nerves peeking out from its little hood.
His lips wrapped around her clitoris and clamped down tightly as he suckled her, pulling her deep into his hot mouth, still humming his appreciation.
She lost it.
Her orgasm tore through her but he didn't let up. He kept laving her little bud, circling his tongue around and around until the fusion bomb in her cunt detonated, and she melted into a puddle of warm candle wax. The third time, the pleasure was so intense, she slipped into blessed oblivion where her mind could accept the delicious torture her body endured.
Chapter Four
Tonight he watched her in her pelt and wondered if she was aware he knew who she was. All this time he'd thought she was just another jag female, but an accidental glimpse of her showering on her screened veranda several nights back had revealed more than he'd ever expected.
He'd stayed perfectly still, perched in a tree, and watched the back of the building he'd tracked her to. After awhile, his patience had paid off. She'd stalked from the cover of the jungle and stopped to look around. He hadn't been seen perched up on the thick branches and was glad for the broad leaves surrounding him. The female melanistic jaguar with her black, smooth coat glistening in the darkness walked up the back stairs of the building. A few seconds later, a beautiful woman with perfect milk chocolate skin and the body of a goddess stood up just outside the door leading into the covered shelter then ducked inside. The warm spray of water left a million sparkling droplets that shined like little diamonds all over her ebon skin.
The spicy rich scent of the soap she slathered on her body floated out and away from her little haven. But the soap couldn't conceal the sweet nectar gathering between her silken thighs, nor could it hide the unusually spicy scent of her womanly dew. He could smell it from here-she was in heat.
She'd been on patrol since midnight and still hadn't spotted a single jaguar. Not even a female. While her senses weren't as sharp when in her two-legged form, Reya still smelled a strong wrongness on the air that enveloped her like a cold, wet blanket. The skin on her bare forearms began to prickle, making her wish she'd worn a long-sleeved jacket rather than her short-sleeved, light zip-up jacket. But whatever was out here, she knew no garment would protect her or anyone else from it.
The fact that another female jag had been found dead just yesterday only made her more uncomfortable. A band of spastic fireflies twitted around in her stomach as she moved deeper into the jungle along well-worn paths she'd traveled for years. Unnerved, she wished she'd come out in her pelt tonight instead of armed with a damned tranquilizer gun.
"Hey, Reya. How's it going?"
Reya didn't bother to turn around, having smelled the man long before he appeared. What was it about humans that made them forget they were in a jungle full of wild animals at night and walking downwind?
"Hi, Marc," she called with a smile and a wave. She sniffed the air again. He must have been around the jaguars tonight. She wondered if he'd sighted the jag that'd challenged her over her new roommate.
Sigh. Speaking of roommates.
Damned man. After a decadent night of hot sex, she woke with him glaring down at her. He proceeded to remind her of how she'd meddled where she wasn't wanted. Geez, all she'd done was call his brothers and he'd hit the roof. It just wasn't right. If she'd had an accident or turned up missing, her aunt would worry. Wouldn't his brothers worry too? Why in the world did the man insist on "waiting until he could handle them", as he put it? From what he'd told her, his brothers were some pretty nice guys, if a bit overprotective, considering he was the youngest.
Too bad, she'd already made the call. So after the little confrontation early this morning, she decided to avoid him. Besides, her mind was supposed to be on her work, not that irritating, stubborn, perfectly gorgeous specimen in her apartments.
"So what's going on?"
Oh lord, she'd almost forgotten Marc was walking with her. Glad the night-vision goggles perched on top of his head couldn't pick up heat signatures, she blushed furiously, took in a deep breath and pushed Aaron from her mind. Almost.
"I'm fine, Marc."
"I didn't ask how you were doing. I asked what's going on. You've seemed a bit preoccupied lately."
Reya was once again amazed at how perceptive her good friend was. Trusting him more than anyone else, with the exception of Dr. Matons and Bethsaida, she opened her mouth and all her concerns tumbled right out.
"That damn Trefor's been stalking me, Marc. He's really starting to get on my nerves," she snapped. "Besides his goofy idea that the attacks on the female jags are being carried out by poachers, his insistence that he and I were meant to be is just, just … " she snorted, unable to even finish the sentence, it was so absurd.
"Well, you're a beautiful woman, Reya. Who wouldn't want your time?"
Marc had told her many times he thought she was attractive but it always came across as a compliment by a brother or something. Tonight, even under the dark sky, she sensed something different in his words and body language that made her uncomfortable. She just didn't like Marc "like that". A short rant about Trefor erupted past her lips as she brushed away Marc's words and what they might imply.
"He's always messing with my schedule. Always trying to insinuate himself on my time. There are other women out here who would love to hang with him. Why doesn't he just leave me the hell alone? I swear the man gives me the creepies."
By the time the last of the words were out of her mouth, she was practically yelling at the top of her lungs. But she just didn't feel better yet because there was something else she just had to get off her chest.
"And you know the man who survived the plane crash is recovering at my B&B? Well, he's getting on my damned nerves too!" And making her hot, bothered and all around freaky.
"Who hasn't heard about him?" he replied, his voice sounding a bit tight as he warmed to the subject. "Everyone's been talking about how you and the doc are heroes. It's a good thing you had the foresight to have a couple of hospital rooms built into the top floors of the B&B when you designed the place."
"Well, I don't know about the hero stuff. Dr. Matons and I were just doing what anyone would have done. And the idea about the medical rooms was my Aunt Sulu's, not mine."
"True," he grinned and said, "Your Aunt Sulu saw you through medical school. I bet she flipped when you told her you wanted to research big cats and scuba dive in Belize," he said with a chuckle, ducking when Reya pretended to whack him on the back of the neck. Reya could almost feel the cheeky grin on his face. But the man was right. Her Aunt Sulu had completely wigged out at her grand idea to trek through the jungles of Belize. After the initial yelling and pulling of hair, her aunt had supported her in the decision, down to every detail of the B&B.