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Up quickly, he ran at her and right into a hard balled fist. Her right  hook landed high on his cheekbone and he went down in a heap. But the  idiot just didn't have enough sense to stay down.

Shaking his head against what she was sure was blinding pain, he hefted  to his feet again. Eyes tight with anger and his lips pulled back in a  nasty snarl, he yelled like a male banshee.

"You bitch! You hit me. Me! Trefor Dionisio!"

Reya rolled her eyes and looked up at the glorious sky. God, why did she  have to deal with all the goofballs? A raging scream erupted from  Trefor's throat as he ran at her. Oh this was definitely not good. He  outweighed her by a good fifty pounds and if he pummeled into her, she'd  end up on her back and might have to shift after all just to get him  off.

The world came to a slow roll as one of Trefor's thick arms cocked back  and let fly. Reya knew she was more than strong enough to deflect the  blow and raised her arm to do just that. She could clearly make out the  size and shape of the knuckles headed for her face. The blow never  landed.

When time sped up again, she spied a larger hand attached to an even  larger body, holding Trefor's fist in a palm just inches from her right  eye.

Aaron!

Reya gasped in surprise as he insinuated himself between her and Trefor  and smacked the shorter guy in the exact spot Reya had tagged him. Boy,  his cheek would be good and sore tomorrow. And probably a few choice  colors. God, she sure hoped so. Trefor yelped, lifting a hand to his  face while backing away quickly. She giggled when he slammed into the  same tree she'd introduced him to earlier before stumbling down the  trail back toward the ranger station.

Maybe she and Aaron made a great team after all, both in and out of bed.  And the man was sexy as hell even while he was beating the shit out of  someone.

"You all right?" he asked gently, taking her face in his powerful, slightly calloused hands.

"Oh yeah. My hero," she sighed as his mouth came down on hers, sweet,  searching. Delicious. He tasted like pineapple and hunger. She broke the  kiss and looked up into his sinfully handsome face. The gentleness was a  thing of the past. Oh he was hungry all right. For hot, wet woman.  Judging by the way her womb reacted to that bare and open expression,  she'd be both hot and wet shortly.

Instead, she pushed away. She couldn't do this now. She had a boat to  catch and had to hurry or it would leave without her. Besides, he still  hadn't apologized for his little temper tantrum over her calling his  brothers.

"Aaron, I have to … " was as far as she got. He reached down, picked up  the duffel filled with her scuba gear and tossed it over one shoulder  before reaching beneath her knees and tossing her over the other  shoulder.

"Aaron, do you know where you're going?" she asked, noting the path he  took through the thick trees. A smack on her backside was his answer,  followed by the magical traipse of his fingers over her ass. It sent  tingles down the back of her legs. She squirmed against the sensation,  earning another smack. Oh god, that felt so good she wished he'd put her  down so she could strip out of her pants, lean over and bare her ass to  his strong but gently questing fingers.

But it wasn't to be. Sigh. Back to business.

"Aaron, I'm going to miss the boat. You're going the wrong way." When he  didn't' reply, she started to struggle. "Will you put me down? I've got  to go."

Smack! Followed by a soothing rub of his hands all over her butt cheeks.

She stiffened against his shoulder as a pleasure-pain zing dove straight  for her pussy. Oh yum! When he dipped down into the cleft of her cheeks  and played with the little spot between her slit and her little anal  hole, a deep shivering started at the base of her spine and spread  outward. Oh lord, he was making her dizzy, and not from carrying her  pitched over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.         

     



 

He didn't say a word, just kept trudging with her out into the wilds.  Reya's keen senses picked up other jaguars in the area. A female resting  in the shade not fifty paces from where they strode through the jungle.  Another female sounded less than a mile east of them. And they were  excited, agitated, yet not in a fearful way. If she weren't mistaken,  they wished her well with her love play.

Now this was ridiculous. The man had already won over Dr. Matons and Bethsaida. Now the jaguars liked him too?

Finally, he slowed his stride as they came out of the canopy and into a  clearing. Raising a low-hanging thorny branch, Aaron ducked underneath  and chuckled at her yelp when it made contact with her backside as they  passed. A few branches and thick vines later, he put her feet on the  ground in the middle of a beautiful, though small, secluded meadow.

They were well off the trail and surrounded by thick trees and fragrant  flowers all laid around a thick carpet of bright green grass. She tore  her attention away from the beauty of the place and back to her captor,  and the heat behind his sensual gray eyes pulled a gasp from her lungs.  Oh was he ever up to something. But he wasn't moving a muscle. Just  stood there, looking at her like she was his favorite steak or  something.

"Aaron? What's going on?" she asked, a bit wary now. His body language  was tense, dangerous. She wasn't afraid he would hurt her, but she  definitely wondered what the hell he had in mind way out here. When he  started stalking toward her, his body all sinewy grace and deadly  intent, her feet backed up all on their own. Eyes wide, she felt her  back made contact with a very solid tree. Okay, time to go. Or at least  that's what she thought, but even her shifter reflexes weren't fast  enough. As soon as her muscles bunched to spring away, he was on her.  All over her.

Aaron's hard, lean body rubbed against hers as he pressed her against  the towering tree trunk, holding her hands over her head. The thick,  long ridge of his cock pressed into her stomach, hot enough to scald  through her clothes.

"Aaron," she said breathlessly, the scorching between her legs  skyrocketing by the second, "I-I really need to go. Maybe we can get  together later?"

As he shifting his hips, something hard dug into her side. Not his  arousal. Something small, square and surprisingly familiar-her satellite  phone was clipped to his belt loop. The little silver box gleamed dully  in the muted light of the canopy of green over her head. With both her  hands secured in one of his, he used his free hand to unclip it and flip  it open. Too curious to be upset, she looked up at him and quirked a  brow. What the hell was he doing?

"Close your eyes and I'll let you call the boat." The words brushed against her ear, low, seductive, determined.

She did as he said, knowing she had only a few more minutes to get to the river.

"Good girl. Now just stand here a second."

Stand here? She didn't have time to stand … oooh! Okay, not fair! Warm,  sensuous lips nipped at her bottom lip before sliding down to her neck.  Her mind screamed for him to stop. Her body, however, wasn't so  inclined.

The kiss was gentle, seductive as his lips moved down to the juncture of  her neck and shoulder. Then he laid into her, sucking fiercely, marking  her until she squirmed against him, her breath coming in shallow gasps.  Now the tip of his tongue outlined her ear and she heard a hiss of air  float up into the morning sky. When her lungs burned, she realized that  air had escaped from her chest as her breath seized in her throat. The  man literally took her breath away.

His body kept her pinned against the tree. She wanted to move against  him, grind her hips into the delicious hardness at his center. But she  couldn't move, except to breathe in the masculine scent of him and let  it out on a sigh, a moan or a gasp.

A beep caught her attention but not enough to hold it.

"Reya?"

"Oh yes," she breathed, eyes closed against the assault on her senses.  His scent. The feel of his tongue and lips on her skin. The sound of the  wind that floated through the trees and mixed with her own breathing.  The wild call of colorful birds and the scurrying of insects up the  smooth trunks of the trees. The easy burn that flowed out from her core  and wrapped around her clit. She felt, heard and smelled it all. Now a  taste was in order. With a tilt of her head, she caught his mouth with  her own and flicked out her tongue to play with his. He opened to her  and she was lost.

Whimpering with need, she chased his mouth as he tried to break the kiss.

"Reya, call the boat."

"Huh, why?" she pleaded, again trying to get to his magical mouth. A mouth that made her want, made her need.

"Tell them you're not going to make it."

She jerked her neck back and asked, "What? I've never missed a booking."

"Yeah. Until today." As he bent to nip the globes of her sensitive  breasts through her camouflage shirt, she fought to free her hands so  she could press him closer.

"Mmmm, that feels so good." When he bit down on the hard berry of her  nipple, she cried out and threw her head back, unfazed when it made  contact with the tree. Boat? What boat?