In the jungle, Kathleen McKnight has been fighting a dangerous fever while jaguar shifters Connor Anderson and his sister Maya have been caring for her. Now the news is Kat might be one of them, she’s feeling weak but well enough to finally shower in the waterfall, and both the brother and sister have to learn if she is now a shifter. Only, she’s not steady enough to shower on her own, and Maya wouldn’t have the strength to help her—so Connor has the job.
“Hold onto me,” he said, his voice low.
She clung to his waist as he pulled her into the falls and doused her in the water. Every silky drop felt wondrous, and she wanted to shout her pleasure as the water ran over her face, her shoulders, her breasts and all the way down to her toes.
He smiled at her, and she luxuriated in the feel of the water sluicing down her bare skin.
But then he pulled her out from under the shower of water way before she was done with the exhilarating experience. She wanted to fight him and return to the heavenly shower. He only smiled again, seeming to understand her disappointment and began to soap her hair. Oh. At first she was annoyed with his controlling nature, but this, oh…my…God, was heaven.
The soap smelled divine, like oranges, fresh and citrusy and sweet.
No man had ever washed her hair, and if the feel of the waterfall rushing over her body hadn’t given her a new high, this did even more so.
He was gentle, careful not to pull or snag her hair that had to be horribly tangled from all the sleeping and tossing and turning on it and not being able to wash it for several days. In fact, she had to look like a total mess.
That brought a fresh flush of heat to her cheeks, and throat, and chest.
But he didn’t seem to notice as he concentrated on soaping up her hair, massaging the scalp, and caressing her with a gentle tenderness. She didn’t know when it happened, but the next thing she knew she had moved in closer to him. Her body pressed against his, trying to cling to him like one of the vines wrapped around the trees beyond the falls. Her bones were melting as he tenderly washed her hair and scalp, and she felt as if she was going to end up on her butt on the moss-covered stones any second now.
She figured once they were done, she would have to return to the hut and sleep for a while, she was feeling so relaxed and worn out all over again.
“Can you manage all right?” he asked again, moving her away from him a little bit.
“Yes,” she whispered. Not sure she could, wanting to hold him tight and never let go, when she had never been a clinging vine in her life.
“I’ll try to do this quickly,” he reassured her.
Do what quickly, she wanted to ask.
But he was already doing it quickly, taking the body wash that smelled like tangy tangerines, just as sweet as the shampoo, and spreading it over her, washing every inch of her, the less sensitive parts that even so felt sensitive with his large hands moving over them, and the very sensitive parts that were swelling at eagerness with his touch.
So what do you think? Does it make you want Connor to take care of you, learn if you’re one of them, and keep you for his own? It’s sexy, but it’s really not a scene about sex. I think that’s what makes it so sexy. There’s tenderness, concern, a desire to help on his part, and a shyness on her part. She thought she’d still be wearing her panties and bra in the waterfall, or doing this herself, but she really doesn’t have the strength. It’s a fun way to get them close, to share an intimacy that is not about sex, and yet that is really hot and sexy.
And from my new release: A SEAL Wolf Hunting
Rose saw Paul first, materializing out of the darkness in black clothes and black face paint, gun in hand. She screamed and dropped the coffee mug she was holding. It crashed on the floor, splattering coffee everywhere.
Lori swung the broom she was holding and whacked Paul in the head with it as Catherine yelled out in fright. Confused as to what was going on, Paul quickly assessed the situation in the kitchen and found only the four women there. One broken plate. One broken coffee mug and coffee splashed everywhere. No armed hostage takers anywhere.
Relieved, he quickly holstered his gun and intended to wrench the broom away from Lori before she hit him again—as much as she looked like she was dying to—just on principle for scaring her. When he couldn’t pull it away from her, he grabbed her shoulders instead, pressed her hard against the wall, and kissed her.
He’d been wanting to do that forever.
His chest pressed against her breasts, he felt her nipples harden. She wasn’t wearing a bra under the slinky tank top—and his internal thermostat turned even hotter. Her shorts were…short, showing off her shapely tanned legs, and her feet were bare. One scorching, sexy she-wolf package.
Paul is a SEAL wolf, dealing with a disastrous last mission, and he sees trouble everywhere. So when he goes into his family’s home, thinking to rescue his friend’s mother and the rest of the family, Lori Greypaw, the woman he’s loved since they were kids, smacks him in the head with a broom—thinking he’s just broken into the house and is some kind of terrorist. He could have been mad, but what a way to handle her, eh? So sexy scenes can evolve from anything, and make the reading so much more fun! Don’t you think?
Paul Cunningham is one of the only bachelors left on the SEAL wolf team, and he's less than thrilled to hear he's been volunteered for a local charity bachelor auction.
Lori Greypaw suspected that her grandmother would use the auction as an opportunity to fix her up. So she's not surprised when she "buys" Paul to help Lori renovate her mountain cabin for a week. Lori's had a crush on the sexy SEAL wolf for years, but he proves to be handy with more than a hammer when two fugitives come knocking and he'll do anything to protect the woman he's falling for...