Leopard's Prey (Leopard People 5)

He yanked open the car door for her. "What does that mean?"

His voice had dropped an octave, making her shiver with anticipation. She waited until he'd come around to the driver's side and had started the car.

"It means I'm good at removin' my clothes in your car, and I think we can make it as far as the bayou road before I start removin' your clothes. If you don' want to drive into the bayou, and I don't recommend it having been there once myself, I think you'll pull over. We can do slow and easy when we get home."

He let out his breath and drove as fast as he could without putting them in danger. She reached under her arm and unzipped the gown slowly. He glanced sideways and caught the sight of the side of her breast. She slipped the long sleeves off her arms. The last traffic light before they left the city went red. Bijou held her gown over the tops of her breasts.

"You know Gage is goin' to stop us one of these days and find you completely naked."

The light changed and he drove faster, putting distance between them and any lights. Bijou laughed at his silly warning. Gage would know better, and she knew it. She slid the dress down her body and wiggled it down over her hips. She wore a garter belt and stockings, her heels and nothing else. "Just for you. In case you came to the showing tonight. A thank-you."

"Open your legs."

"Pay attention to the road."

"Open your legs and I will."

"You always have to have your way," Bijou pointed out. She opened her legs for him, shifting a little closer to him. The seat belt lay in between her breasts and the lap belt cinched her waist.

"I'm glad you're finally realizin' that," Remy said, unrepentant. "I've never particularly wanted to handcuff a woman, but I think I might try that with you. Just for the fun of it."

"Who's goin' to have the fun?"

His finger dipped into her hot canal. "Both of us," he assured. "I can't believe you're still so damned tight." He pressed a second finger deep. "And so slick and hot."

"We're almost to the bayou road," Bijou warned. "I'll be out of this seat belt and goin' after what I want. You're not the only one who wants their way."

"Don' you touch me until I have the car stopped. I won't be responsible for what I do."

Butterflies took off at the growling warning in his voice. She loved teasing him. His fingers drove her insane. She couldn't sit still, no matter how hard she tried. Her hips moved with the wicked rhythm his fingers set and she could feel her body coiling tighter and tighter. She couldn't wait. He was deliberately prolonging her satisfaction. He was already on the bayou road, and yet he didn't pull over and he didn't relieve the gathering tension in her. Every time she came close to falling over the edge, he pulled back.

Her breath hissed out in a low growl of her own. He just laughed. She unlocked the seat belt in one quick flick and went after his trouser zipper. His cock sprang free and she closed her mouth around it, uncaring that her butt was up in the air. She took him deep, her tongue swirling and dancing, stroking up and down his thick shaft and finding the sensitive spot under the leaking head.

That definitely got his attention. He pulled over, finding a spot deep in the trees. She clamped her mouth tight around him, suckling hard, determined that he would be as frenzied for her as she was for him. He caught her head by two fistfuls of hair and pushed her down on him, deeper than she'd ever been. For a moment she panicked.

His hand came down hard on her buttocks. "Damn it. Do you think I'd hurt you?"

The bite of pain was more erotic than she expected. The nerve endings in her bottom spread out like waves of fire straight to her core. He guided her head, pulling her off of him enough to get air and pushing her back down to take him deep. He set the rhythm, controlling every move. Eventually, he let go with one hand and rubbed her bottom with the other.

She could feel his body begin to shudder, his erection swelling, and abruptly he pulled her head off of him.

"Nooo," she wailed. "Remy. I have to have you right now."

Swearing under his breath, Remy nearly kicked the door open, pulling her out with him, which wasn't easy. She stood there, high heels, her sexy garter and her hair tumbling wildly around her. Her beautiful mouth was swollen, her lipstick a little smeared. He placed her hands on the fender of the car and bent her over, pulling her hips back toward him.

"Hold still," he growled when she wouldn't stop moving.

"Hurry. I have to have you and you're takin' your sweet time. I'm burnin' up inside. I swear, cher, I'm desperate for you," Bijou pleaded.

He gave her buttocks another flat-handed smack, which only sent more heat flaring through her--he knew because her lavender honey spilled out. He entered her hard and fast, ramming deep, a brutal, savage stroke that she met with her body bucking back toward his. Her muscles clamped down hard around him, squeezing like the tightest fist. She sobbed with delight.

He kept up a harsh pace, driving into her over and over, his hand alternately soothing her bottom and smacking it. Each time he did, hot liquid poured over him. He loved the feel and intensity of it. He loved the scent of arousal and sex. He loved her sweet, hot, tight channel. He loved that no matter how rough he got, she met his every need with her own.

He held out as long as he possibly could, ignoring her cries and pleas, taking them both higher than he'd ever gone. Her muscles clamped so tight, the friction burned like hell and he was lost, exploding jet after jet of hot seed deep inside her. Her body wanted every drop, milking and draining him, while her cries disturbed the alligators in the bayou.

He fought for his breath, holding her still for a long moment, until reluctantly he slipped out of her. Remy was gentle as he helped her to straighten up. "When we get home, chere, I'm going to do slow and easy with you. I'll show you what making love is."

She had to lean against him, her legs unsteady. His seed trickled down her thighs, a sexy reminder that just made him want her all over again. He would never get enough of her.

"You have your clothes on," she pointed out when he lifted her to walk around the car. "I'm all sticky."

He kissed her hard. "I like you sticky, and I'm very fond of your high heels and garter. Let's go home. I want to make love to you in a bed."

17

REMY put down his phone, shaking his head, resisting the urge to punch the wall. A fat lot of good it did putting criminals in jail when a corrupt judge put them back out onto the street. He sank down on the edge of the bed and dropped his head in his hands. How was he going to stop murderers from killing again when he didn't know when and where they would strike next?

Bijou shifted her body, sitting up, pulling the sheet around her as she stroked caressing fingers through his hair. Her touch felt like heaven. He hadn't realized just how alone he often felt when he was in the middle of a murder investigation and kept coming up short, feeling as though the weight of the world was on his shoulders. He took his oath seriously, and he felt deeply the need to protect his community.

"What is it? Another murder?"

"Not yet," he said and turned toward her. She looked far too beautiful and innocent to be having a conversation about murder at six in the morning. He still couldn't believe that she belonged to him. She was a miracle, especially right at that moment when he couldn't help but feel despair.

"Judge Thomasson set bail for Jean and Juste Rousseau. He convened a special hearing and no one said a word to me. The DA was told at the last minute and didn't make it there in time, obviously on purpose, so you can bet there's goin' to be another murder. It's just a matter of when they find the body."

His gut told him in no uncertain terms that the Rousseau brothers wouldn't make a run for it, not without trying to clean up loose ends--or get revenge. They were arrogant, and they believed themselves above the law. After managing to get a judge to risk his career for them, they had to feel more powerful than ever.

"Is that even legal?" Bijou asked. "How can a judge do that?"

"No, but he did it all the same