His Darkest Embrace (Jaguar Warriors 2)

He’d heard of them in stories passed down by his mother’s family but he’d never come across one before. Now he wished he’d paid more attention. If he remembered correctly, the eagles had been pretty much wiped out hundreds of years earlier in a war with the jaguars.

His very own ancestors.

For what reason, he couldn’t recall but really, it didn’t matter. He had no time at all for a history lesson. Major shit was about to hit the fan, and the woman who stared back at him was in the middle of it all.

He moved forward once more. It was time for him to not only teach Skye a lesson, but also to find out exactly what the hell was going on.

“I’m not afraid of you,” she said, and though she tried to keep her voice neutral, Jagger could hear the subtle tremor that lay beneath her words.

He kept his mouth shut, enjoying the heaviness of the silence and the darkness it brought with it. He wanted her to feel on edge. Off center.

He stopped when his body was mere inches from hers. He was so close he could count the goose bumps that covered the flesh of her shoulders.

His feet touched the bottom easily here, but he could see that she still had to tread water in order to stay above the surface.

“Jagger, I …” Her words trailed off into a whisper and the only sounds that could be heard were the deep breaths falling from between her lips and the slow steady beat of his heart.

Her gaze finally fell away from his. “I’m sorry if I offended you this morning, but you have to understand I didn’t mean—”

“Maybe you can enlighten me. What exactly did you mean?” he inserted, his voice low and dangerous. He watched her flinch as he threw his words at her.

Jagger grabbed the ledge, his hands on either side of Skye, effectively trapping her between them. Her body was crushed against the hardness of his own. The feel of her soft breasts brought an immediate response and his cock roared to life, hardening quickly to rest against her midsection.

Her eyes grew large and she swallowed thickly but didn’t look away. In fact she met his gaze dead on, and for the first time he became aware of an answering heat in the depths of her expressive orbs.

She cleared her throat and pushed her hands against his chest. “A little room would be nice.”

Jagger raised an eyebrow and tilted his head to the side, but moved back a bit, letting cool water slide between them once more.

“I was angry. I’m sorry,” she began, her voice building as she continued, “but I had every right to be pissed at you. I mean, for Christ sakes, I would have been able to make Kragen talk and give me Cormac’s location.”

“By screwing him?” Jagger answered dangerously. “Is that how you get things done?”

“What? No! Ew!” she replied quickly.

His eyes dropped to her lips and when her tongue darted out he had to work hard to stifle the groan that was caught in the back of his throat. “Who’s Cormac?” Jagger asked suddenly, trying to throw her off balance a bit.

“What?”

“I think it’s time you shared a little info with me, no? Starting with this Cormac dude. Who the hell is he?”

They stared at each other intently and Jagger fought the urge to grind his aching dick against her. His attempt at interrogation was lame. Everything about the situation was lame. How could it be otherwise?

All he could think about was sex. With Skye. His mind was alive with many, many different versions of how he’d like to screw the hot blonde that he held between his hands.

Teach her a lesson? Who the hell was he kidding? The only teaching he wanted to do right now involved his cock and the heated core that he could feel between her legs.

His eyes held hers and time seemed to stand still. Everything about the last few days faded away. None of it mattered. He was here, in the jungle, his hard body inches away from the most beautiful thing he’d seen in a long while, and the only thoughts that crowded his brain centered on seduction.

He wanted Skye in the worst way imaginable. More than he’d ever wanted a woman. Was it the jungle? The danger? Her spirit and beauty?

He sure as hell didn’t know and he hissed from between his lips as he lowered his head. He just wanted a taste.

The groan that escaped from deep inside of him as his lips slowly swept across hers echoed into the air around them. Her soft lips trembled beneath his, but remained closed, even as his tongue flicked across the top one, seeking entrance to the mouth that had tantalized him for the last forty-eight hours.

She was stiff in his arms, but he smiled against her mouth as the pounding heart within her chest alerted him to the fact that she was just as affected by him as he was by her.

She tried to speak but Jagger reacted quickly, taking advantage. He locked his mouth over hers and plunged his tongue deep inside her warmth. He could feel her fingers digging into the muscles at his shoulders and as he began to gyrate the hardness between his legs against the soft contours of her body, he was rewarded with the merest whisper of a groan.