Leopard 02 - Wild Rain

primitive and sensual about the way he padded so silently through the small tree house, barefoot, in the nude.
    “I don’t mind, Rachael. You’re stuck in bed and I know you hurt like hell. I appreciate that you don’t complain.” He let a heartbeat slip by. Two. “Much.”
    “Much!” She glared at him. “I haven’t said one word about shooting your precious little kittens when I get off this bed. But I’m considering it. You spoil them rotten, by the way, and it shreds your image of a tough guy all to pieces.”
    The cats, in the midst of the rough-and-tumble game, slammed into the edge of the bed and all of Rachael’s hard-earned bravado disappeared completely. She gasped with alarm and lunged sideways away from them. Rio, standing beside the small closet, covered the distance between them with one leap, pinning her down, his green eyes suddenly a blazing yellow-gold. His face was inches from hers.
    Rachael stared up at him, clutching the blanket to her bare breasts, looking frightened, trying to look brave, tempting him almost beyond his endurance.
    He gathered her into his arms, careful to keep her leg from moving. “You have to keep it in your mind at all times that you cannot move. I’ve just about run out of antibiotics and that leg can’t open up again.
    Give it a couple more days.”
    Rachael was all too aware of his naked chest pressed against her breasts, of his hands sliding up and down her back in a soothing motion. Most of all she was aware of the distance he had covered in a single leap. An impossible distance. She tilted her head to look up at him, really examine his features.
    He had scars, yes. His nose had been broken more than once, but she found him the most compelling man she’d ever met. His eyes were different. More like a cat’s.
    “You’re doing it again.” He lifted his chin, breaking eye contact, to rub his jaw along the top of her head. “I can see the fear on your face. Rachael, if I were going to harm you, wouldn’t I have done it already?” There was exasperation in his voice.
    Rachael winced at his logic. “The cats make me nervous, that’s all.”
    His fingers went to the nape of her neck in a slow massage. “After what you went through, I don’t blame you, but they won’t attack you. Let me introduce them to you. That would help.”
    “Before you do, would you mind finding me a shirt to put on? I think I’d feel less vulnerable.” And it might keep her body from reacting to his, her breasts aching with longing for his touch. Her leg was a mess, painful and swollen, fever raging, but she still seemed unable to prevent her strange attraction to him. “If your rabid pets decide to have me for dinner the least they can do is work for it by chewing through clothes.” His muscles felt like steel rippling beneath very human skin. “How did you do that?
    How did you get across the room in one leap?” If she were losing her mind, it was better to find out immediately. “I didn’t imagine it and it isn’t the fever.”
    “No, your fever’s down a bit,” he conceded as he helped her ease into a fully prone position. “I live in the forest and have most of my life. I run up and down the branches and jump from one to the other all the time. I climb trees and swim rivers. It’s a way of life.”

    She let her breath out slowly, grateful for the explanation, not wanting to examine the distance too closely. Maybe it could be done. With practice. Lots of practice. She watched him turn away from her to walk across the room back to the closet and she carefully avoided counting each step he took. He padded on bare feet, silent, not making a sound. Rachael watched him stretch, a slow, languid, sinuous catlike stretch. He stretched his hands, fingers spread wide, over his head and ran his hands down the wall. He arched his back to deepen the stretch. His fingertips traced the deep claw marks, something he’d obviously done so many times the crevices were smooth. It was a natural, uninhibited movement.
    Rachael’s heart slammed in her chest. Were the clouded leopards tall enough to have made those claw marks? She didn’t think so. It would take a cat much larger to reach as high as the deep ruts. “How did those marks get inside the house?”
    Rio dropped his arms to his sides. “It’s a bad habit. I like to stretch and keep in shape.” He caught up a shirt, smelled it and turned with a mischievous grin. “This one isn’t too bad.” He held the blue