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her mother had really been killed in childbirth, as their counsel’s reports indicated, or had somehow been a victim of this war between Hunters and Yaguara.
    â€œSay it,” she urged.
    He’d do nothing of the sort. “There is nothing to say.”
    She shoved out of his arms. Pushed away. “Then, no. No, I will not trust you and you alone. You must give trust to get it.”
    He caught her, tugged her back against his body. Her gaze lifted, meeting his with a challenge. “Stubborn woman,” he ground out. “You have no idea what you are asking.”
    â€œI’m in this,” she reminded him. “ You said that yourself. Ignorance isn’t going to protect me.”
    Yes, she was involved now. And he was, too. Involved with her in ways he didn’t try to explain. She was under his skin, inside him, around him. Driving him wild. He kissed her, devoured her mouth with long deep strokes of his tongue, strokes that demanded her response, his hand sliding over her backside with a firm, possessive touch. She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving in to the fiery attraction that neither of them could deny, nor could they fight.
    He backed her against a tree, deepening the kiss, trapping her against the surface as he had trapped her against those rocks. Some part of him afraid she would escape. That she would want to escape. He reacted to that thought, drawing her leg to his waist and fitting his cock to the sweet V of her body. Reminding her who was in control.
    She moaned and shoved his chest. “Stop distracting me,” she ordered hoarsely, demanding her own bit of control. “Pleasure changes nothing. Trust me. Tell me what I want to know.”
    A hard knot tightened in his chest. He had no idea why this woman had such a powerful effect on him, but her eyes, her words, her soft body pressed to his, compelled him to do as she bid. “I am Yaguara.” And with that confession, he admitted to himself what he believed he’d known the day he met her. He was never going to let her go.

4
    E motion, awareness, heat—all of these things fluttered wildly within Amber as Jareth walked her to the outskirts of her camp. Amber was pretty sure it was insane to be falling for a man such as himself, a Yaguara—as much animal as human. She was, after all, an educated woman who prided herself on common sense. What she felt for Jareth had nothing to do with common sense, though, of that she was certain. But as she turned to face him, stared at those piercing teal eyes, and felt her throat go dry, she took comfort in knowing that she had at least sensed he was Yaguara. That she had sensed he needed protection in some way—protection she could offer by departing. No discovery was worth endangering an entire species, let alone her team, and she knew her father would have agreed.
    She drew a breath as he stepped closer, fitted his hips to hers, one hand settling on her waist. Erotic images flashed in her mind—of him inside her, touching her.
    â€œRemember,” he said, fingers stroking her jaw. “Say nothing to anyone. This is for their safety and yours. The Wildlife Preservation authorities will be here in the morning with a restraining order in hand.”
    Finding out Yaguara had friends in the right places, friends who would get her out of all of this, was a relief. “I’m still not looking forward to Mike’s flip-out. He is going to go nuts when they show up accusing us of endangering the wildlife.”
    â€œLet him,” he said. “Either way, you will have to abandon camp and regroup. That gets you out of here safely, and then we’ll talk through what to do from there.”
    Her brow arched. “We?” she asked. It might be silly, but for the first time since her father’s death, she didn’t feel alone. It was silly. She barely knew Jareth, yet . . . she couldn’t help but feel everything in her life