Skye hissed as liquid fire followed in its wake and her skin popped out in a rash of goose bumps as she held her breath, not knowing what to do.

No, that was wrong. She knew she should be kicking and screaming and doing whatever the hell she could to leave.

She knew that.

But Christ, it felt so damn incredible to just lie there, in someone’s arms and drift away on a sea of sensation.

Why couldn’t she, for just once, give in to the emotions and feelings that ran so very deep inside of her? Why?

She groaned as both of his hands found the burgeoning softness of her breasts, and when they began to massage the turgid peaks that strained against the thin fabric of her tank top, her head fell back against his hard chest and she sighed softly.

His scent was in the air, heavy and intoxicating. It awakened a need so painful; she felt tears begin to gather in the corner of her eyes. His mouth began to slide up the side of her neck, and delicious shivers of hot desire followed along the trail he blazed; his tongue hot and wet.

When he claimed her small ear as his, enveloping the soft lobe into the hot cavern of his mouth, her hips began to gyrate back into his body, and she moaned loudly as her belly began to quiver with a hot flush of desire.

Never had she felt this wild. The feel of his hardness, in particular the straining length of cock at her back, was almost more than she could bear, and when his arms began to slowly pull her tank top up over her body, she clenched her teeth in anticipation.

Cool air teased her heated flesh but her breasts were instantly engulfed with two large, warm and rough, male hands. The thumbs began to expertly caress the puckered hardness of her nipples, and each pass of his hands, sent a shot of hard edged desire straight to the pulsing center between her legs.
She could feel the wetness that pooled there, in the soft juncture that ached to be touched, and she slowly moved her legs, enjoying the friction this movement caused. Indeed, Skye could smell her own arousal, and she smiled as a low groan of need sounded behind her.

Slowly, the arms began to turn her, and she found herself pulled up the long, muscled length of her mystery man. Her eyes were still closed, so heady was the sensation of skin on skin. Her own hands crept up, and her fingers ran quickly over what she already knew, was an incredible specimen of manhood.

Up her body was pulled, until she knew his face was there, right in front of her. She licked her lips and slowly opened her eyes.

The most incredibly sexy eyes she’d every seen on a man stared back at her, deep green with desire, and fringed by the longest lashes imaginable. He was dark, sexy, with longish wavy blue black hair and she had to physically stop her hands from burying themselves into the silken waves. Her eyes continued to study his straight noble nose, chiseled cheek bones and square jaw. He was beautiful and she ached to touch his lips to hers.

She felt a small shot of alarm and while wanting to banish it to the back of her mind, and to just enjoy this god she had woken up next to, she paused.

And then she felt the world tip, and her eyes began to widen as her belly lurched. Along the side of his neck were the tell tale tattoos of her enemy. Her eyes followed them down and she felt her fear begin to gather as the strange tattoos continued down his left arm and wrapped themselves lovingly along his rock hard abs.

Her eyes flew back to his and she noticed the change reflected deep inside of his. Wariness now circled about, replacing the dark desire she’d first witnessed.

He was one hell of a male specimen for sure.

But he was jaguar. And she’d kill herself before she let him touch her again.

Without warning her knee came up sharply and she didn’t pause as he reacted to a shot right at the most vulnerable place a man could be hit.

He roared in anger as his grip loosened and she rolled away from him, her legs beginning to churn as she wildly looked around for escape. She was in a cave of some sort. Frantically her eyes sought an exit, and she bolted towards long beams of light that beckoned from down the narrow tunnel.