Leopard 03 - Burning Wild

against her body and rub himself on her like a cat. He was instantly, fiercely aroused, and got the image of her dropping to her knees and sliding her perfect fantasy mouth tightly around his thick, pulsing cock.
    Anger arced between them, right along with heightened sexual awareness. He could smell their combined scents, a heady, potent mixture of sexual scents that acted like an aphrodisiac on him. He bent his head lower until his mouth was against her ear. “Watch what you say to me or you’re going to find out just what happens when you push me too far.”
    “I don’t intimidate so easily, Jake. And I refuse to jump through hoops like everyone else around you does.”
    His hand slid around her throat, tipping her head back, forcing her face up to his. “You really want to play power games with me, Emma? Because I can feel your body responding to mine. Do you think I can’t tell when a woman wants me?” He pushed into her, nearly lifting her body onto his so that his heavy erection was snuggled into her hot mound.
    “So I can be another one of your many cast-off sluts you can feel superior to? So you can get that look of contempt on your face every time you mention my name? Nice invitation, but really, no thanks.” She didn’t move away from him, or look away, matching him temper for temper. “My body may respond to yours—I’m not dead; and you’re very sexy, which you well know—but believe me when I tell you, my head is absolutely screaming ‘no way in hell.’ ”
    All he heard were the words “no way in hell.” Fury burned in his eyes and he caught her by her upper arms, yanking her onto her toes, dropping his head to hers, his lips crushing hers, grinding them into her teeth. There was nothing sweet about Jake in that moment. He took what he wanted, making a statement, demanding her response, conquering her, branding her, the hot pressure forcing her mouth open so he could own her.
    Heat and flames streaked through his bloodstream and what was meant as a punishment became something else altogether. Her body fought him, but her mouth didn’t, instead fusing with his, devouring hungrily, their tongues dueling wildly while her body struggled against his sudden weight.
    He pinned her against the wall, sliding one hand to her breast, finding her tight nipple and stroking and tugging as he’d wanted to do for the past two long years.
    Emotion poured into him as if a dam had broken, shaking him, flooding his system with unexpected and unwanted . . . what? Not love. It couldn’t be love. The thought, the feeling, terrified him, but he couldn’t deny touching her, kissing her, feeling her body melting into his was unlike anything he’d ever come close to experiencing when he’d thought he’d known passion and great sex. Something about Emma brought out every male instinct he had—even tenderness—when he’d never known it for himself. He hadn’t expected the waves of feeling that came rushing over him, the joy bursting through him, sweeping him up with every bit of the intensity and adding to the strength of his physical need of her.
    The jackhammers drilling into his head increased their tempo while his leopard leapt and roared for supremacy. She gasped for breath, going boneless under the onslaught of his hands and mouth. His knee slid between her legs, grinding into her, the junction like a furnace, inciting him all the more. He dragged her thin top down, exposing her breasts, his mouth never leaving hers, still feeding ferociously while his hands found bare flesh.
    He jerked at her bra, desperate to feel the soft, creamy mounds spilling into his palms. The feel of the soft weight in his bare hands nearly made him weep. He wanted to know every single inch of her, needed to find a way to slow down to savor the taste of her. His mouth left hers and he blazed a trail of fire down her throat to her breast.
    Emma gasped and arched to him as he took her in his mouth, suckling strongly, his tongue flicking the hard peak, his teeth biting down, sending shock waves through her body.
    Emma heard her own keening wail and knew she was in terrible trouble. The chemistry between them was explosive, her skin so sensitive she could barely stand the touch of her clothing. She couldn’t stop herself from rubbing back and forth against his knee. Her mouth felt empty, just as her body did. She wanted him to fill her up, to relieve the terrible ache that was building and building until she needed to