area, which she was grateful for because it instantly began to rain. Not a soft drizzle, or even a steady one, but a hard, pounding downpour, as if the heavens simply opened up and dumped an ocean on them.
MaryAnn stepped away from him the moment she had her legs working. Her stomach was still rolling and pitching, and she swore her nose twitched wanting another good sniff, but she refrained and sent him a long scowl. The problem was, he was looking at her. Not just looking. Staring. Her heart did a slow roll and her stomach did the butterfly thing, but with a lot more wing. And her womb clenched and her nipples…
She jerked her jacket tight around her and summoned a glare to go with the scowl. Who looked like that? Honestly. Men didn’t really stand there looking gorgeous and hot in the rain forest. Not just hot. Smoking hot. He was the sexiest thing she’d ever laid eyes on, and he was looking at her like he might devour her in one utterly delicious bite. His eyes smoldered with a dark sensuality, making her forget all about leeches and ants, and making her wholly aware she was a woman. She hadn’t felt that way in so long—if ever—that she was flustered.
“So,” Manolito said, his black eyes burning with such pure sin she nearly melted on the spot. “You came at last.”
Oh, God. Her stomach did another roll right along with her heart, and she tasted sex in her mouth. He dripped with it. “I came to rescue you.” She blurted the words out before she could think. She couldn’t actually think with him staring and her brain short-circuiting, so really, as stupid as the remark might have been, it wasn’t half-bad under the circumstances.
He smiled, a slow, sensual smile that sizzled and dazzled and tightened the spirals in her already curly hair. Maybe he was the Carpathian secret weapon against women, because it was working on her. The man was a menace. Truly. She had to get ahold of herself. She snapped her fingers. “Consider yourself saved and let’s get out of here.” Because wanting to jump him was most likely the effect of the rain forest, all sultry and sweaty. She’d read a lot of Tarzan books in her youth. She was just programmed for sex in the jungle, and the sooner she got out of there, the faster she’d return to normal.
He crooked his finger at her. “Come here.”
Her mouth went dry. “I’m perfectly fine right here, thank you.” With her favorite boots sinking into the muck. She couldn’t move if she’d wanted to. Her heart pounded and fear crept in, not of him, of herself. For herself.
His gaze slid over her, and there was dark possession glittering in the black depths. Not love. Possession. Ownership. Raw sensuality. Her body responded, but her brain screamed a warning. She wasn’t dealing with a human male who lived under the rules of her society. She was alone with a Carpathian who believed he had every right to her. Who knew he could control her mind and persuade her to do his bidding. This man would demand total submission and surrender from his partner. And she was a no-submission, no-surrender kind of woman. How the hell had she gotten herself into such trouble?
“I said come here to me.” His tone didn’t rise, or even harden; rather he pitched the command lower so that his voice felt like the velvet rasp of a tongue sliding over her skin. His black eyes compelled her obedience.
She stepped closer before she could stop herself, and strong arms whipped around her, crushing her body against his. She fit like a glove. He was hard and muscular, and she was all soft curves and aware of every one of them. He whispered something in his own language, something soft and utterly sensual. Te avio päläfertiilam. He repeated the words as his tongue swirled against the pulse beating so frantically in her neck. “You are my lifemate.”
It couldn’t be true because she knew one had to be psychic, but right then, in that precise moment, she wanted it to be true. She wanted
MaryAnn stepped away from him the moment she had her legs working. Her stomach was still rolling and pitching, and she swore her nose twitched wanting another good sniff, but she refrained and sent him a long scowl. The problem was, he was looking at her. Not just looking. Staring. Her heart did a slow roll and her stomach did the butterfly thing, but with a lot more wing. And her womb clenched and her nipples…
She jerked her jacket tight around her and summoned a glare to go with the scowl. Who looked like that? Honestly. Men didn’t really stand there looking gorgeous and hot in the rain forest. Not just hot. Smoking hot. He was the sexiest thing she’d ever laid eyes on, and he was looking at her like he might devour her in one utterly delicious bite. His eyes smoldered with a dark sensuality, making her forget all about leeches and ants, and making her wholly aware she was a woman. She hadn’t felt that way in so long—if ever—that she was flustered.
“So,” Manolito said, his black eyes burning with such pure sin she nearly melted on the spot. “You came at last.”
Oh, God. Her stomach did another roll right along with her heart, and she tasted sex in her mouth. He dripped with it. “I came to rescue you.” She blurted the words out before she could think. She couldn’t actually think with him staring and her brain short-circuiting, so really, as stupid as the remark might have been, it wasn’t half-bad under the circumstances.
He smiled, a slow, sensual smile that sizzled and dazzled and tightened the spirals in her already curly hair. Maybe he was the Carpathian secret weapon against women, because it was working on her. The man was a menace. Truly. She had to get ahold of herself. She snapped her fingers. “Consider yourself saved and let’s get out of here.” Because wanting to jump him was most likely the effect of the rain forest, all sultry and sweaty. She’d read a lot of Tarzan books in her youth. She was just programmed for sex in the jungle, and the sooner she got out of there, the faster she’d return to normal.
He crooked his finger at her. “Come here.”
Her mouth went dry. “I’m perfectly fine right here, thank you.” With her favorite boots sinking into the muck. She couldn’t move if she’d wanted to. Her heart pounded and fear crept in, not of him, of herself. For herself.
His gaze slid over her, and there was dark possession glittering in the black depths. Not love. Possession. Ownership. Raw sensuality. Her body responded, but her brain screamed a warning. She wasn’t dealing with a human male who lived under the rules of her society. She was alone with a Carpathian who believed he had every right to her. Who knew he could control her mind and persuade her to do his bidding. This man would demand total submission and surrender from his partner. And she was a no-submission, no-surrender kind of woman. How the hell had she gotten herself into such trouble?
“I said come here to me.” His tone didn’t rise, or even harden; rather he pitched the command lower so that his voice felt like the velvet rasp of a tongue sliding over her skin. His black eyes compelled her obedience.
She stepped closer before she could stop herself, and strong arms whipped around her, crushing her body against his. She fit like a glove. He was hard and muscular, and she was all soft curves and aware of every one of them. He whispered something in his own language, something soft and utterly sensual. Te avio päläfertiilam. He repeated the words as his tongue swirled against the pulse beating so frantically in her neck. “You are my lifemate.”
It couldn’t be true because she knew one had to be psychic, but right then, in that precise moment, she wanted it to be true. She wanted
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