“Get my jeans all the way off. Hurry.”

His voice had gone raspy, but the urgency in his tone caught at her. The car turned onto the drive leading to the Inn. She could smell the lake, the swamp, individual grasses and plants.

“I’m burnin’ up,” she admitted. “I can barely breathe.” With wanting him. The moment she could see his heavy erection, long and thick and so very hard for her, the burning between her legs became a firestorm, slick and hot until craving turned to desperate need.

“I know, chere, I am too.” He gritted his teeth. “Just get my jeans down.”

To do that, she had to shift in her seat, lean down, her bare breasts brushing his strong muscular thighs with all those intriguing roped muscles. She nearly sobbed with wanting him. His masculine scent enveloped her, went deep into her lungs so she didn’t know where his sexual need started and hers left off. Heat radiated off his body, and his eyes were dark green, almost glowing with his hunger for her.

To her utter horror, he had become an obsession. Her only consolation was that judging from his heavy erection, the heat pouring off his skin and the dark hunger in his eyes, he was just as obsessed with her. One hand fisted in her hair, as if he was going to push her face toward his jerking cock. She could see his stomach muscles rippling, his hips bucking a little as she shoved his jeans farther down his legs.

She felt the bump as he steered the car onto the grass, blowing past the Inn, around to the back. The Inn was dark and she was glad Saria wasn’t there. She was stark-naked, nearly sobbing and so close to losing every shred of common sense and dignity she’d ever had. She’d do anything to have him, and that was just insanity. She’d have to wake up some time and face herself and her foolish actions. Right at that moment, nothing else mattered but to feel him, all that silky heat, in her mouth.

She leaned closer, her nipples so hard they scraped along his thigh. His fist tightened in her hair, guiding her to his pulsing erection. Her fingers stroked while she inhaled his wild, almost feral scent. She glanced up at his face, so intent, so dark with desire.

He slammed the brakes on before the car rolled into the lake, turning off the ignition. She wanted to sob in frustration as he shoved open the door and yanked her out through the driver’s side door, one hand still in her hair, using that too to get her out of the car. He jerked her into his arms, the hand in her hair, pulling her head back, his mouth coming down on hers hard.

Even the pain in her scalp sent more flames pulsing through her body. His kiss made her weak, knees shaking, his taste making her feel almost intoxicated. His free hand swept down her back to her buttocks, pressing her close to him.

“Remy.” She broke the kiss, panting, near tears. “I need you in me. Please. Right now. I’m burnin’ up and I need you now.” She felt empty. Incomplete. And so hot she was afraid she might just go up like a stick of dynamite.

Remy pushed her against the car, half lifting her. “Legs around my waist.” His voice was nothing but gravel now, a growl really. A command.

He was feeling a little desperate himself. He knew the emerging could be any moment, but he had to be inside of her. He had no choice. He had to feel that impossibly tight silken sheath surrounding him, that sweet friction taking him to paradise.

Her tongue frantically tasted his skin, driving him nearly insane with his need to have her, to claim her as his own. He felt as if he’d waited a lifetime for this woman—maybe more. She moaned softly, her teeth sinking into his shoulder as she complied, her legs wrapping him in a soft, firm tangle. She hooked her ankles and lowered herself over him, all that slick fire engulfing his cock.

He threw his head back, feeling as if he were burning alive, catching flame from her, leaning her back against the car for better leverage before he began to move. She rode him, setting the pace at first, a little frantic, but such a hot tight glove gripping him that her body sent waves of pleasure coursing through him.

Her panting little cries only added to the need building in him so rapidly. He took over, his hands on her hips, guiding her into a stronger, steadier rhythm, one that robbed him of breath and sanity and took him into a world of feeling. They rocketed toward the precipice, coming apart at the same time, the world around him going red, thunder rolling in his ears.

Still, she didn’t stop moving, gasping, panting, her cries even more frantic.

“Don’ stop, Remy. I’m burnin’ up. You can’t stop.” She nearly sobbed her plea.

Remy brought himself up short. He wanted to stay locked inside of her more than anything, but he knew he was being a selfish ass, letting go of all control when she needed him most. He took a few deep calming breaths and went motionless, still buried deep. She squirmed, her muscles clamping down hard on him, hot as fiery hell, so tight she was practically strangling him. He could hear the roaring in his head and felt his leopard pushing and raking, snarling to be let free.

“You have to listen to me, Blue. This is important. I can’t keep gettin’ distracted when you need this information. My leopard is rakin’ at me, desperate to get at yours. She’ll be emergin’ any moment and we have to allow them to be with one another. In fact, there’s not goin’ to be any real way to stop them. Mine chose you, chose your leopard. He’s so crazy for her, and I’m just as driven for you.”

Bijou went still. Very still. Her breath caught in her throat as she repeated his words in her mind. He really believed what he said about the leopard.