Jaguar Fever

Chapter 19

“Thank God you’re okay. Connor’s all right, isn’t he, Wade?” Maya asked quickly.

Wade set the bag down, pulled the door shut, and stalked toward her. “Hell, Maya,” he swore under his breath, his heated gaze going from her face to her bloodied arm.

“I’m all right. Is Connor—”

“He gave me the spare key to your place and told me to check on you. He’s fine. He’s getting cleaned up and dressed.” Wade sounded irritated and worried at the same time. “I’d kill the shifter that did this if Connor hadn’t insisted that I stay and watch over you.”

She parted her lips, unable to say anything for a moment. “Where were you? We waited as long as we could, but then we had to go or miss the excursion.”

“Chasing down Lion Mane. Only he led us on a damn wild-goose chase. We lost him at the river. We kept trying to catch his scent and where he had gone to, hoping to end this. We finally gave up and headed here, worried he might have come after you at the resort.” His gaze moved down her injured arm again.

“I’ve got to hurry and shower before they close the dining room.”

“Yeah, but this won’t wait.” His voice was rough with need and frustration. Wade took her arm gently and considered the claw marks.

“It’s okay,” she assured him, not wanting him to fuss over her. “You know how we heal.”

He pulled her roughly into his arms and kissed her hard, his tongue penetrating her parted lips. She was surprised at his passionate reaction. He rubbed against her like a cat needing to put his scent on her, growled when he smelled Lion Mane on her, and kissed her some more.

She was still stiff in his arms, worried about her brother and Kat, when Wade stopped kissing her and placed his forehead against hers, his breathing labored and his hands clenching her shoulders. “Okay. Go take a shower. I’ll be all right.”

She chuckled, then kissed him on the cheek, and hurried into the bathroom.

She took an ultrafast shower, and then she quickly dried and rushed to get some clothes.

Wade was showering on the back deck. She watched him for a moment as he ran his soapy hands over his naked body, his eyes closed. Transfixed, she couldn’t take her eyes off him. God, he was a beautiful specimen of a wild cat. Grabbing a pink-and-yellow strapless sundress from the closet, she slipped it over her head and shoved her feet into a pair of jeweled sandals.

When she was done, he was drying himself. He pulled on a pair of Bermuda shorts and a T-shirt and sandals, then headed inside. He stopped when he saw her and smiled.

“You clean up nicely if you don’t mind the cliché,” he said, stalking toward her. She thought he was going to begin kissing her all over again.

Instead, he took her arm and examined the claw marks. They had stopped bleeding, and he kissed them gently. “I suppose you don’t have any bandages.”

“No, afraid not. I thought I had some in my suitcase.” She envisioned David and the ladder of colorful, fanciful bandages across his forehead. She was almost glad she didn’t have any of those bandages.

“Okay, let’s go. David has a first-aid kit in his bag.” Wade caressed her back with his hand, and she thought that if they didn’t leave the cottage quickly, they’d end up in bed together instead.

“Just plain old bandages?” she asked.

Wade smiled down at her and kissed her nose. “We’ll have to add some fancy ones to the kit just for you. Your brother didn’t expect us for dinner, but he and Kat and my brother are saving us seats.”

She felt her face heat. “I take it you’re planning on staying here this evening.” She motioned to Wade’s bag as he escorted her past it, hoping he was planning on sleeping there. “And you’re not taking off after Lion Mane in the dark.”

She didn’t feel comfortable being alone if Lion Mane had any intention of returning to finish what he started.

“Oh yeah. If I hadn’t insisted on it, your brother would have. He doesn’t want you to be alone until he gets you home. He tested my resolve first, though.”

“Tested you?” she asked, puzzled, as Wade led her down the walkway toward the lodge.

“Yeah. He said David and I could stay in your cottage, and you could stay with your brother and Kat. I said no.”

Maya looked up at Wade, saw the determination on his face, and smiled. She smelled the aroma of red fish and stewed pork cooking and sighed. “I’m hungry. Is Connor really okay?”

“Yeah. He took a bite out of Lion Mane, though.”

Her mouth gaped for a second. Then she nodded. “Good. What about the hunter who’d been with him?”

“He’s joined the other one in the river.”

Maya pulled Wade to a stop. “What happened?”

“He held a gun on me at our cabana. I believe he’d been ordered to hold David and me hostage until the shifter returned. He didn’t figure on me not going along with the plan.”

Maya stared at Wade, then took a deep breath, tears misting her eyes. He pulled her under his arm and walked again with her toward the lodge. “Everything turned out all right. We just need to get Lion Mane now.”

“Did you get the name of the buyer?”

Wade chuckled. “No. I mean, it’s not funny. But you’re the third person who’s asked me that tonight.”

“Your brother and mine,” she guessed.

“Yeah. I only have my boss to add to the list when I call him.”

When they reached the dining hall, several of the guests were still arriving after cleaning up, some looking a little shaken from their ordeal with the jaguar.

“There had to be three or four of them,” one woman complained. “At least. They were roaring and screeching, and I was sure the lady…” She looked up to see Maya walking in with Wade and snapped her mouth shut.

Wade escorted Maya to the table where David and Connor rose from their seats. Kat remained seated, looking a little pale.

“Are you feeling all right, Kat?” Maya took a seat, and the men followed suit.

“I’ll be fine once I have something to eat.” Kat was already nibbling at a garden salad. She looked at Maya’s arm, which was burning like crazy. “What about you? Are you okay, Maya?”

Without any bandages, Maya hadn’t wanted to wear a sleeve that would rub against the open wound. David was already rising from his seat as the waitress approached.

Once they ordered their food, David said, “I’ll get a bandage for Maya,” then hurried out of the dining room.

Everyone was quiet for a while, then someone started talking again at another table about the jaguars attacking them. Maya said to her tablemates, “We saw the most beautiful crystal cave today where the Mayans held some of their ceremonies. A treasure trove of ancient pottery was strewn about. When we come back here, maybe you and David could see them with us.”

The conversation at the other tables died.

“It was spectacular,” Kat agreed.

David raced back into the dining room, breathing hard. He had to have run all the way to his cottage and back. He shoved a roll of gauze and tape at Wade, then retook his seat.

“Thanks,” Maya said to David. He smiled at her and winked.

Everyone waited for Wade to bind Maya’s wounds. She wished they would just talk and get all the attention off her. Her whole body was heating to sauna levels despite the cold air circulating in the dining room.

“Oh yes, and the cave tubing was so much fun,” Kat said, perking up after finishing her salad, finally starting the conversation again. “The water was just the right temperature.”

“I’d love to visit the cave.” Wade finished binding Maya’s wound, then took her hand in his and caressed it, gazing into her eyes like an adoring puppy instead of a hot-blooded cat.

She smiled at him, deciding she liked him both ways, a lot.

She noticed that both her brother and Kat were watching the way Wade was caressing her hand, and her whole body heated all over again. She pulled her hand away from Wade’s and dipped her spoon into her soup.

“We won’t be coming back for some time,” Connor said, running his hand over Kat’s belly. “Too difficult with twins on the way.”

Poor Kat. Every eye in the place turned to look at her stomach.

Maya sighed a little, grateful that Connor got her out of that one. Until he said, “But you and Maya could visit in the meantime, Wade. I wouldn’t want her to feel that she couldn’t enjoy the rainforest just because we can’t go.”

Maya glowered at her brother. Spending time totally alone with Wade was not a good idea.

Wade grinned. “Sounds like a deal.”

She could have kicked her brother under the table. Then she saw David smiling at her, and she had a brilliant thought. “David could go with you, Wade. Since he hasn’t been there, either.”

“If he wants to come along for the ride, sure,” Wade said, not about to let her slip out of that one so easily.

The entrées were served, and they got busy eating, the whole room quiet except for the clinking of silverware or the pouring of fresh water into glasses.

Thinking back to what their guide had told them, Maya said, “The cold crystal-clear water was coming up from natural underground springs. I didn’t expect to see the catfish in the pools of water or how clear it would be.”

“And a jaguar hunts there, too,” the woman who’d spoken about Maya earlier said.

This time Maya frowned at her, irritated that the woman kept harping about the jaguars. “He wouldn’t come out until night and only to hunt big rodents, not people,” Maya finally said, annoyed.

The woman motioned to Maya’s arm. “You didn’t have those claw marks before. One of the jaguars did that, didn’t he?”

Wade placed his arm around Maya’s shoulder, but she didn’t need protection from the woman who scorned their kind. Maya tapped her long nails on the table and then showed them to the woman. “He did. But when I clawed him back, he took off running.”

Everyone chuckled.

“Laugh, but she could have been killed,” the woman said, frowning. “And where were you when I was left alone out there in the jungle?” She scowled at the man sitting beside her, no doubt the husband who’d escaped to the cottage and confused Francisco’s head count.

The woman hadn’t been left alone in the jungle. She’d been standing near the guide with all the other tourists.

“Unlocking the door of our cottage for you, dear, so you’d have a faster escape,” the man said, sounding sour about it, though he was attempting to keep his voice level. She probably had already given him hell for it and wouldn’t let him live it down for the rest of their married lives.

Several tourists looked like they were fighting smiles.

Wade leaned over to kiss Maya’s cheek and nuzzled his mouth against her ear with tenderness. She felt her whole body tingle with need and looked up into his solemn gaze. He’d been playing the role of a man taking a woman to a family gathering for dinner, but now she could see he was still disturbed about what had occurred between her and Lion Mane.

She might pretend that the exchange between her and the shifter had meant nothing, but his clawing her had meant something. Danger, possession, or a wish to kill her. She wasn’t clear about his intentions, but since she’d brushed him off at the club and killed two of his partners in crime, she suspected she was on his terminal list. She was used to dealing with armed drug runners in the Amazon. But not anything like this. A chill slid up her spine.

“What’s on the schedule for tomorrow?” David asked.

“Resting and packing up,” Connor said. “The long bus ride, wait at the airport, and three-and-a-half-hour plane trip will be wearing enough for Kat.”

Wade leaned his head against Maya, his arm tightening around her shoulders, his whole body saying he wanted her.

She felt her face heat, hating that she was so transparent.

David blushed himself and said, more to the table than anyone, “Yeah, I’ve got a lot of resting up to do. I’ll call our boss and tell him our plans—if I can get through, considering the spotty reception in this area.”

Everyone looked at Wade. He raised his brows. “My brother and I will take the bus when you do,” he finally said. “Our flight won’t leave until the next morning, which means we’ll have to stay in a hotel in the city.” Wade looked at Maya. “Since we didn’t resolve the situation here, we’ve got a club date after that.”

Maya didn’t have much time to think about that because everyone was saying their good-nights.

Maya and Wade barely made it into her cottage before he was kissing her, shutting the door, and locking it. They never made it up the steps to the bed.

With their mouths fused, she was yanking off her sandals while he was kicking off his own with one clunk and then another. He swept his fingers along the sweetheart neckline of her sundress. A frisson of heat winged through her blood as he slipped the top of the silky dress down, freeing her breasts and allowing the cool air to whisper across her heated flesh. Her nipples were already peaked, and he smiled at the sight of them.

“No bra.” His eyes were smoky with lust, his hands moving over her breasts.

“Corset built into the dress.” She smiled at him, reaching up to fluff her hair around her shoulders as he watched, engrossed.

He smiled. “I like this dress.” His voice was gravelly with need. He began kissing her. His hands stroked her bare shoulders, but she wanted them on her breasts again, doing wicked things to her libido. She took one of his hands and curved his fingers around her swollen breast. He moved his other hand down, too, so he was covering both her breasts, skimming over them almost reverently, then squeezing them gently. His mouth was rough on hers, and the light stubble covering his face grazed her skin as he rubbed his cheek against hers, then kissed her lips again.

He slid his hand up her thigh underneath the short dress but paused when his fingers reached her hip and he hadn’t found any panties. He grinned down at her. Tickled, she smiled back.

He tried again, only this time sliding his hand between her legs, giving her an even more wicked grin when he found she truly wasn’t wearing panties. He slipped a finger inside her, smiled, and pulled his finger out. “Wet,” he said, his mouth capturing hers. His kisses and touches were desperate and unchecked.

“Wade,” she breathed against his mouth, loving the feral side of him as he sank his finger deep into her wet sheath again, his other hand pressed against her lower back, holding her steady as he kissed her harder. More passionately. No holds barred. Claiming her in a way he hadn’t before.

He moved her toward the couch, inching their way there and not stopping the sensual assault on her senses. The smell of his arousal, his maleness, the jungle, and the citrus soap he’d used in the shower were a tantalizing aphrodisiac. Before she expected it, he had positioned her next to the couch and lowered her back onto the soft cushions. Then he was tugging her skirt up, bunching the silky floral fabric at her waist and leaving the rest of her bared for his pleasure. He was still fully dressed!

He feasted on her for only a moment, his cock so hard that she could see the rigid outline against his silky shorts and marveled at the size of him and his control. She wanted him inside her now.

He jerked off his T-shirt and tossed it aside, then nestled between her bare thighs. The satiny feel of his Bermuda shorts slid against her thighs, her mound, caressing and enticing her. His arousal was stiff and ready for her, and his hot, bare chest was pressed against hers. He had to want release as badly as she did.

Instead of yielding to the lust, he cupped his hands on her face, and she gave in to the gentle kisses. His lips brushed her eyelids, her cheeks, her mouth. He was like shadow and light—dark and demanding, then subtle and soliciting. He was already between her legs, and her ache below lessened as he rubbed his erection against her, hard and compelling.

She slid her hands beneath the elastic band of his shorts and cupped his cool buttocks. He groaned against her mouth and rubbed his whole body against hers, slowly, methodically as if he was already plunging deep inside her.

He brought her knees up, her feet planted on the couch, legs spread, as he rubbed her crotch with punishing deliberation, making her want him all the more. His mouth moved down her throat, licking, kissing, tantalizing her. Then he took a mouthful of her breast, suckling, teasing, and nipping it. She throbbed with need and moaned. She squeezed his ass, licking his mouth, parting her lips, and begging him to take her to the top as she felt she was almost… Just… a… little… more…

She let out an exalted cry of release and scored his buttocks lightly with her nails.

“Ahh,” Wade groaned, ready to come in his shorts with the way Maya was responding to his kisses and rubbing that sweet body of hers against his. He smelled her fragrant arousal and tasted wine and lime pie on her lips and tongue. Agonizingly, he fumbled to slide the shorts down over his hips. When he finally managed, his cock sprang free.

With Maya, there was no going slow. No partial commitment. It was all or none. And he wanted it all. Wanted all of her. He couldn’t have stopped this if he’d tried.

His fingers brushed against her clitoris, and she gave a little gasp. She was wired. He thrust his cock deep into her wet heat, his damnable shorts at his knees, but he couldn’t do anything about that now. He was too far gone. He pounded into her with a need so great that he couldn’t quench the compelling urge to claim her.

Delicious heat spread through every nerve ending as his blood sizzled. He ground against her as she dug her heels into his buttocks. He pushed deeply, hard, fast, thrusting until he felt he was ready to come. Then he held it, held her still, and gazed into her beautiful golden eyes that simmered with passion… and love, he thought.

“More,” she said, as he groaned his release, and she was close to coming again.

Wanting to please her, he kept it up, thrusting until she came, her lips parted on a purr of pleasure. He gave her a quick kiss and a thorough tonguing. He pulled away from her, yanked his shorts off the rest of the way, and dumped them on the floor. Before she could protest his abandoning her, he gathered her up in his arms and this time carried her up the steps to the bed.

He had every intention of making love to her again. And again.

Morning would come way too soon.

Wade and Maya snuggled, her soft body curled against his chest as he stroked her hair.

“There’s something you’re not telling me,” Maya said. “You seemed more than worried last night when you saw me before dinner. More than was warranted just because Lion Mane clawed me.”

Wade snorted. “His clawing you had me seeing red, Maya. Hell. Although you’re right. I am concerned about something else. Nothing’s for sure, but just speculating, what if Lion Mane was Bettinger’s brother?”

Maya didn’t say anything for several moments. “Great.”

“Yeah. Not good. If he decides he wants revenge…” Wade didn’t need to finish the thought.

“Okay. I’m glad I know what I might be up against.”

“He might not be Bettinger’s brother. But the possibility exists.”

She nodded. Then, to his surprise, she asked, “What do you think of our garden nursery?”

Wade kissed her cheek and gave her a long look. Maybe she was having doubts about seeing other shifters. He could only hope. “Your brother asked me the same thing.”

She stiffened and tried to pull away. He held on tight and nuzzled her face until she relaxed. “He’d better not be acting like we’re… well, we’re…”

“A couple?” Wade supplied. “He just wondered what I’d do if we got hitched. He was concerned about how you’d feel. Stay in Texas. Move to Florida.”

“That’s not for him to discuss. Or you. We’re not a couple.”

“Maybe not, but he doesn’t want to lose you. That much was evident.”

She settled down. Two alpha male cats in the house wouldn’t work well. But when she looked up at him, he could see the worry in her expression.

Wade understood how she felt—the closeness she shared with her brother and sister-in-law was important to her. He didn’t want her to give that up. “I wouldn’t take you away from your brother or Kat or their kids.”

“Then what?”

He fought a smile. She had been thinking about it. “Connor says you have plenty of land. A lake, even. We could build a place on the lake. You could still work at the nursery. Your brother said he and Kat couldn’t do it without you. And he wasn’t talking about your menial labor, either.”

“What would you do?”

“My job,” he said honestly. “But I’m not gone all the time. I wouldn’t mind helping with the garden when I’m around.”

“You?”

“Planting seeds. Digging around. It could work.” And he wasn’t talking about the garden, either.

She nestled against him. “I’m not saying yes about anything.”

He nodded. “I told you it was your choice.” But he had every intention of changing her mind. He did have a thought, though. If he could get some of his friends to take her out and prove how much better of a choice he was for her… He shook his head. He couldn’t do that to her. Besides, what if one of the guys he knew appealed to her?

“You don’t really mean it about not minding that I’m planning to see others,” she finally said, her fingers caressing his chest.

“Sure I do,” he said, not even trying to be convincing. She already had him figured out.

She smiled up at him. “You’re making headway.”

He smiled back at her. She was not going to date anyone else if he had any say in it.

Maya couldn’t believe she’d slept most of the day. Then again, since she and Wade hadn’t slept most of the night, they’d had some making up to do. They finally managed to pack their bags and have their last meal together at the dining room where David, Kat, and Connor were already waiting for them.

Maya tried hard not to blush as all eyes were on her, but that part of her being just wouldn’t cooperate. It was one thing knowing they knew she’d been making love to Wade half the night and this morning. It was another thing to face them in person.

Everyone but David seemed tired. Too much late-night activity for the shifter couples. Poor David.

No one said much of anything during the meal. Not even the other guests, some of whom were also headed home.

Once they were on the bus to Belize City, Maya realized she hadn’t once eaten anything in the jungle as a cat, like she normally did when Connor and she visited the Amazon. At least she’d had several nights to run as a jaguar.

The club date was the next big adventure, and she worried just how that would turn out. Fighting in the jungle was one thing. Dealing with a shifter in a city was quite another.