She opened the pants to step into them. They were way too long for her, realizing how tall his legs were judging by the extra material pooled at her feet. When she tried to fasten the pants she discovered another dilemma when they sagged at her. All she could think to do was roll the pant legs at her ankles to not step on them. She had no clue about what to do with the looseness around her waist so she held them up with her hand.

He was there crouched in front of her, before she saw him coming. He grinned, showing his sharp teeth, as he studied the problem. He rolled the top of the waist down a few times so it thickened around her hips and kept them in place. He studied his handiwork before he lifted his head, their gazes meeting.

Chapter Three

For the first time in her life Casey felt like a sex addict. Naughty thoughts inundated her mind as she stared into his incredibly blue eyes. His masculine scent teased her nose. Just being near him made her hot and yearn for him to strip her naked again to repeat what they'd done together on his bedding. She saw his nose flare as he sniffed at her, his eyes growing hungry as he stared at the V of her thighs. It was clear he could scent her arousal. His hands released her though, leaving her hips as he stood. He grabbed the backpack, shutting it, and hooked it over his shoulder as he moved closer to her.

It almost dazed her at how tall he was as she tilted her chin up to look at him. When both of them were lying down he hadn't seemed a good foot taller than she was. She felt tiny compared to the big boned, muscular male. Sexual attraction sparked between them like electricity. His lips parted as he softly growled at her in that sexy way of his.

"I don't know why, but damn, do you turn me on." She flushed when she realized she'd said that out loud.

He grinned, reaching out to cup her face with his hand. The man had great hands. Rough skin brushed her cheek. She almost turned her head to look at his palm but that meant she would have had to tear her eyes away from his and she just couldn't do it. He nodded his head.

"I turn you on?"

Blue eyes narrowed, his nose flared, as he softly growled. Thick lips parted, showing his sharp teeth. A sigh came out next. Tearing his gaze away from her, he turned his head to stare behind them at the falling water for long moments. His body tensed when he looked back down at her, pointing to the water.

"You want us to leave? But we just got dressed. We'll get wet again and those men are out there looking for us. If they find me it's one thing but nobody can get a good look at you.

You know what will happen if someone sees you, don't you? They'll take one glance at you and know you're different. They'll--"

A growl cut her off. He shook his head, the hunger in his eyes replaced with anger. Casey bit her lip. Had he been captured before? Was that why he looked furious? Had someone once hurt him? She really wished that they could talk to each other. He took a deep breath, letting his touch fall away from her cheek. His fingers brushed down her arm to grip her hand, turning his body, tugging her gently to the water.

"No," she dug in her heels while yanking on his hand holding her. "We need to stay here where it's safe."

He chuckled as he turned quickly to face her. Casey saw him bend over and in the next instant her world turned upside down as her hip hit his wide shoulder. He was carrying her again over his body, his arm locked behind the back of her knees to make sure she stayed there. The backpack next to her cushioned some of her body from his back.

"Damn it! Put me down. You don't understand that when you attacked those two assholes they would have called for backup. More people are out there looking for us, searching my property, and if we go out there they will find us. No one knows about this cave so they won't find us if we hide out here where it's safe. We should stay hidden. We should--"

Casey gasped as the man just jumped from the ledge through the waterfall. Pounding icy water soaked her for a heartbeat before they were plunged into the river. She couldn't make a sound as her lungs seized in shock from the frigid cold. Her upper body floated in the water as he broke the surface of the river, the arm still firmly locking her thighs to his chest. He was moving, swimming quickly for shore, and she felt the jar of his boots as he found purchase along the riverbed. She turned her head, felt air and gasped in a deep breath.

He walked out of the river still carrying her as if all hundred and fifty pounds of her wasn't a burden as he stormed for the woods. Using both of her hands, she shoved her long hair away from her face. There wasn't an inch of her not freezing from being drenched in river water.

It was growing dark so she knew they were only going to get colder as the night wore on.

Fear crept into Casey when he stopped and growled deeply, his body tensing over something he obviously saw or smelled. It was probably the state police who would have been called in when the two deputies had been attacked. That's how it would be looked at even though Casey knew that Bigfoot had really protected her and taken her to safety. She knew for sure that's not how the police report would read. Now they were both going to be caught because he hadn't listened when she'd warned him how unsafe it would be to leave the cave.

"Shit. What is it?" she whispered in case they hadn't been spotted yet. "Take us back to the cave."

He growled deeper. What scared her was the fact that she heard another growl respond that she instinctively knew hadn't come from the man carrying her. It was farther way but close enough to let her know it came from something within easy range of them. She twisted, shoving frantically at the wet brown hair that fell over her face, trying to see around his wide back, but she couldn't see around him. Were there two of them?

What if Bigfoot had a brother? She wasn't a sex toy, damn it. She didn't roll that way. If he expected to share her with another man he was going to learn differently. Worse, what if they were enemies like two bears crossing in the woods? Bears fought each other when they met up unless they were of the opposite sex and both in the mood for some loving. She'd heard bear fights from her home. It was rare but she knew the large beasts roamed her woods. What if it was a bear? The man holding her tightly was big but he wasn't a match for a large, vicious animal.