He gave her a faint grin, not admitting a thing. "The quicker we get started, the better."
The setting sun dropped a fiery shower of light just before it sank fully into the river, bathing her in red and orange flames. The silken fall of her hair beckoned him, impossible to resist. He reached out and tucked a stray strand behind her ear, his heart pounding. He felt a rush of heat pour through his bloodstream. Blood roared in his ears, thundered in his head.
She was potent, no doubt about it. She went completely still when he touched her, but she didn't bat his hand away, as she had every right to do. Her eyes went liquid and she blinked, locking her gaze with his. She looked untamed, unattainable, and everything male in him responded to that challenge. He felt the ripple of response run through his heavily roped muscles, felt the strength and power of his body. She made him wholly aware of his power.
He had the ability to leap huge distances with absolute agility. He could land gracefully in either form--cat or man. He could slink like fluid water over the ground, so silent, not even the leaves dared move. Like his cat, the sheer power of his muscles enabled him to move fast to control prey. Those same muscles allowed him the stealth of freeze-frame motion, holding completely still until he disappeared into his surroundings.
He was power and in that moment, he knew she was wholly aware of it as well. The gold flecks in her eyes grew until they ringed the darker chocolate. She didn't look away. Didn't blink. His body went into overdrive, hard and full and suddenly aggressive. The woman triggered the same exact reaction in the man as the elusive female of his kind had done to his leopard. He would have to revise his opinion of her. Saria Boudreaux was more than the young woman he'd first thought her--much more--and he intended to uncover every secret she had.
Saria shivered as she stared into Drake Donovan's unusual eyes. Piercing. His steady, direct stare was disturbing. She had the feeling he could see right through her, into her deepest thoughts. She blushed at the idea, thankful darkness was falling fast. Drake Donovan was an unusual man. He had stood so still that, although outlined by the river, she had barely managed to see him--and she had unusually good night vision. He seemed to have a trick of disappearing into the background around him.
It didn't make sense that he could fade into his surroundings so easily. He was a formidable if not striking man. His shoulders were wide, his chest thick and muscular. He had the strongest, most impressive arms of any man she'd met. Ropes of muscle rippled enticingly every time he took a step. He had a wealth of thick blond hair and a face that was carved in strong lines. The moment she laid eyes on him, her heart beat too fast and a million butterflies took wing in her stomach. Even now she felt jittery.
She was used to being around men--even being alone with them. She worked the bar, sometimes alone, but she'd never felt so aware of herself as a woman. She could barely breathe. The heat of the evening seemed just a little worse. She could feel sweat trickling down the valley between her breasts and it was a struggle to keep her breathing even. Every breath she took just brought his wild, unusual scent deeper into her body. She had never been so utterly, acutely aware of a man in her life.
He was so silent when he walked, she couldn't stop herself from glancing over her shoulder every now and then to reassure herself that he was following her. He was the type of man she normally would avoid at all costs. She had seen other women around her succumb to physical attraction, or even genuine love, and all had ended the same way: doormats for demanding, needy husbands. That was so not going to be her.
She was not even close to his league and she wasn't stupid enough to pretend she was. He had a hard-won sophistication about him, and he carried authority as easily as he breathed. Physical attraction died fairly quickly when everyday life set in and then where would she be? Donovan was the kind of man who ruled everything and everyone in his domain with an iron hand.
He wore his blue jeans low on his hips and his thighs were twin, strong columns. She couldn't help darting a couple of furtive glances at the impressive package in the front. Drake Donovan was perfect as eye candy, but she needed to pull herself together fast. He would eat a woman alive.
She searched a little desperately for something to say to him, feeling awkward. "Have you been here before?" She was a professional guide, for heaven's sake, yet she couldn't even make small talk.
"No."
She swore under her breath. A week with him. An entire week. The money was good, but she couldn't control her reaction to him and it was very clear he didn't want to even engage in polite conversation. She bit down hard on her lip and picked up the pace. Another quick glance over her shoulder told her he'd kept up with her easily.
"You seem a little young to be a guide in the swamps," Drake said.
Saria bit back her first retort. Great. Her first real hot-tie and he thought she was young. She kept her back to him, trying not to stiffen her shoulders. Who cared what he thought? Just because he was the hottest guy on the planet didn't mean a thing. She didn't want anything to do with him, but he could at least see her as a woman, not some little kid.
"I grew up here. If you aren't familiar with the swamp it can be very dangerous." She couldn't help the little bite to her voice. "There aren't any landmarks out there. If you prefer another guide, there are others available. You won't have any trouble gettin' anyone with the kind of money you're payin'." Like she could afford the loss of income. Pride was a terrible thing, she reminded herself, but she wasn't going to beg for the job.
"When we asked for someone who knew the swamp, plants, and wildlife throughout this area, you came highly recommended by several people," Drake said. "And you did say it was possible we could extend the time if needed."
She couldn't help risking another small glimpse of him. Mon dieu, he was beautiful. She could spend a lot of time with him--he was that easy on the eyes. And at least he was talking to her now. "Yes, if you let me know a few days in advance, I can arrange it." Maybe not. Every time she looked at him she lost her mind. There was something compelling about his eyes, those deep gold green eyes framed with impossibly long lashes. He had a five-o'clock shadow that made him look even more rugged.
She made her way through the small town, avoiding getting too near the church, afraid of running into the priest. She hadn't been back to confession since she'd given him the letter and now she didn't want to chance contact. The long streaks on her back and the bite mark on her shoulder were healing a bit, but left enough of an ache that they, along with the nightmares, convinced her to mind her own business. She didn't want Father Gallagher asking her any questions. She'd managed to avoid her brothers, and now, by taking this job, she'd be out in the swamp for at least another week.
"You married?" Drake's voice was very casual.
Her heart jumped. "No."
"I didn't think so. No man in his right mind would let someone like you take strangers out alone into the swamp."
She touched the knife at her belt. "I can take care of myself." Why had he asked? She'd seen the way his gaze drifted over her, taking in everything. He couldn't have failed to note her lack of a wedding ring. Still, maybe some women didn't wear their ring. She let her breath out. Maybe under that expressionless face he was a little more interested in her than he let on. "Are you?" She couldn't imagine it. She couldn't imagine any woman holding his interest for long.
Silence stretched between them until she stopped again and looked at him. He gave her a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I doubt I could find a woman who would put up with me."
Her eyebrows shot up. "Are you that difficult?"
"I imagine I might be, yes," he admitted. His voice dropped an octave--became soft, seductive, an intimacy she was totally unfamiliar with. "You'll be living with me for the next week. You'll have to tell me."
Her mouth went dry. Her heart jumped and damp heat collected. His gaze locked with hers and she immediately experienced the sensation of falling into him. It was bizarre, but she could
n't look away, as if he'd managed to take her captive in some primitive manner. His stare was both charismatic and alarming. Her heart began drumming a very real warning. Everything feminine in her responded to him, yet at the same time urged her to run.
She was lost in his gaze, so she witnessed the abrupt change. The green with golden flecks suddenly went antique gold. The round pupils dilated three times wider. He moved, or did he? She didn't think she'd blinked, but his body was suddenly close to her, almost protective, shielding her from something he'd seen without so much as turning his head. Icy fingers crept down her spine. Her warning radar exploded, and this time the threat wasn't emanating from the man in front of her. Maybe it never had been and his predatory magnetism had confused her. Whatever the reasons, she hadn't recognized her alarms for what they were.
"A man is back in the shadows just at the entrance to the trees. He's watching you." His voice was pitched very low, nearly inaudible. Had she not had such good hearing, she would have missed the whisper. "Do you know him? Look over my left shoulder." He took another step closer, bending his head toward hers as if he might kiss her.
Her breath caught in her throat. Everything in her stilled. She placed the palm of her hand on his chest, right over his soundly beating heart, but whether to push him away or to steady herself as she raised her head, she wasn't certain.
She flicked a quick glance to the tree line and her throat nearly closed. Red eyes glowed back at her. Something was there all right--someone. She couldn't tell who it was, only that human eyes didn't reflect back light in that manner.
"We don' need to cut through the grove to get to the dock. This road curves around and then goes back toward the canals. It's a little longer but ..."
"I think a stroll through the grove is just the thing," Drake interrupted.