Scent of the Jaguar by S. E. GILCHRIST

Author:S. E. GILCHRIST
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romantic suspense, international crime, action and adventure, women's adventure, second chance love, enemies to lovers, romantic mystery, contemporary romance, archaelogy romance, ancient artifacts, survival story, lost in the jungle
Publisher: Mallee Star Enterprises
Published: 2018-01-25T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

The thin glow of dawn began its daily battle with the darkness of night. With humidity high, a thin veneer of moisture already coated Bernie’s body. Intermittent drips splattering onto the foil blanket indicated the rain had stopped. Frogs were in full swing with their morning chorus backed up by the chirping of crickets and the ear-ringing cicadas that sounded like deranged maracas.

Zane roused her by nibbling along the edges of her left ear then dipping his tongue in and around her sensitive lobe. His hand slipped deftly under her top to caress her right breast and flick over her nipple which stiffened in response.

Passion awoke in the pit of her belly. Emitting a deep sigh, she wriggled, enjoying the hardening of his penis under her bottom. Inside their make-shift tent, the air was scented with sex and a faint undertone of damp clothes.

Her heart rate kicked up several notches. Raising her head, she sought his mouth and found it. His lips were warm and supple. His tongue languidly dueled with hers in a teasing manner that fanned the flames of her simmering desire. What she wouldn’t give to laze the day away in his arms.

She eased her mouth aside, trailing a blunt fingernail down the strong column of his neck. “What’s for breakfast?”

“Me,” he growled low in his throat, then captured her lips in a body-blistering kiss that seared tingles over every inch of her skin.

She squirmed closer, loving his muffled groan and sneaked her hand in between them to gently stroke his hard length.

Breathing hard, he slid his tongue over her lower lip, muttering, “Sweet mother, Bernie. You going to put me out of my misery anytime soon?”

“Depends on your sins. How naughty are you?” She had to force the words out of her thick throat.

“Oh, I'm very good at being naughty.”

Her breath caught as his hand sneaked beneath her leggings and squeezed her bottom. Her simmering passion ignited.

“Why the hell did we keep our clothes on?” he growled as he tugged the waistband of her panties. “Going naked has its perks. We should give it some serious consideration.”

Half laughing, half gasping, she giggled. “I am not going naked in front of Colin.”

Zane snorted. “If we're here much longer, none of us will have a choice.”

“Not an image I want to have in my head.” Her palm nestled over the bulge in his pants and gently she dragged a fingertip over his contours loving his swift, indrawn breath and how he hardened beneath her touch.

“Zane! Bernadette! Where are you?” called Elizabeth.

Bernie froze.

“Bloody hell!” moaned Zane. “Talk about bad timing.”

Fallen leaves crunched as Elizabeth approached. “We need to leave.”

“Your mother’s heading this way.” Her libido screaming a denial, she pushed to her knees and attempted to finger comb her hand with one hand.

The events of yesterday crashed through her mind. Elizabeth was right. They needed to move fast, put more distance between them and their hunters. In a rush, Bernie reached for her pack. Missed.

And fell from the tree.

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