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destroy the fast-expanding anger inside her. “Not this!” she hissed. “I don’t sleep around for research purposes.”
    He drew back, studied her. “But yet, here we are,” he replied. “Me buried inside you, getting you off.”
    She inhaled sharply. “Not yet you haven’t, and for the record, I’m here because I thought I wanted you.”
    â€œOh you want me, sweetheart,” he said. “The question is why? Is it some sick Hunter fantasy? Fuck me and then try to kill me?”
    â€œHunter? What are you talking about?!” She tried to jerk her hands free. “You’re insane. Let go of me.”
    He held her easily, his lips twisted sardonically. “We’ve barely gotten started.” His eyes glistened with unbridled anger. “Are you one of them, Amber? Are you a Hunter?”
    The sudden lethality in him stilled her. Kept her from fighting. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I swear to you, Jareth, I don’t know what a Hunter is.” Did he think they were here to kill the jaguars? She thought of his tattoos. Of how ready her mind was to call him Yaguara no matter how illogical it was. If he thought they were trying to hurt the animals, hurt him maybe, his anger would be understandable. Her voice softened. “I am just an archaeologist, Jareth. I swear. Nothing more. Nothing less. I’m following my father’s dream of discovering Yaguara.”
    His lips thinned. “What role does Mike have in this?”
    She was confused. “Mike’s not hunting anything or anyone,” she said. “He was my father’s partner. I needed his experience in the field. Jareth. I swear to you. We are here to discover history. That’s all. And . . .” she hesitated. He had not told her he was Yaguara. The tattoos didn’t mean he was Yaguara, simply that he loved tattoos. Perhaps loved the animals he lived around. Still, she wanted him to know, that if he was . . . “I would never do anything to put anyone in danger. I would never put you in danger.”
    He stared down at her, studied her with such intensity that she felt he could see through to her soul. Then, slowly he released the hold on her wrists, his expression changing, the harsh lines softening. His hands slid to her face, cupped it. “You have no idea what you are in the middle of.”
    â€œTell me,” she pleaded, her hand covering his. “Please. Tell me what is going on.”
    But he didn’t tell her. He kissed her. A soft brush of his lips across hers, his tongue gliding along hers, the brutal demands of minutes before gone, though there was nothing tentative about the touch. Nothing tentative about this man.
    The mood had, indeed, taken another swift turn; the storm had faded into a sensual aftermath she could not begin to deny. She was trembling, and not from anger. The anger was gone, the desire was not. The need for release was not. Amber’s arms wrapped around his neck, passion spiraling in her stomach and making her clench her thighs together. She could feel him thicken inside her, feel her body melt around him.
    Slowly, they began moving together, a sultry rhythm, his hips pumping with delicious precision—the long, hard length of him stretching her, caressing her. She was clinging to him, panting into his mouth, desire climbing past her reserve, clouding the questions and accusations. He was so powerfully male. So wildly capable of arousing her, as she had never been aroused in her life. She was hot. So hot. If he stopped this time, if he took her to the edge and pulled back, she would scream. She would yell. She dug her fingers into his shoulders. She might yell now.
    Amber pressed herself against him, rotating her hips. Trying to get more. He seemed to understand. Palming her backside, he pulled her against him and drove into her. Once and then again. Over and over. Her thighs clenched around his