12

REMY woke to pounding on the door. He kept his eyes closed just that little bit longer, holding Bijou close to him, enjoying the warmth and softness of her body. Beside him she stirred, moving with a low groan of protest.

“Remy! Your cell phone is off. They need you at work right away,” Saria called out. “There’s been another murder.”

He dropped his head on Bijou’s shoulder and swore softly under his breath. “Not again. This can’ be happenin’ again to us.”

The pounding continued.

“I hear you, Saria. I’m on it, thanks,” he called out reluctantly.

Bijou rolled over in his arms, her gaze meeting his. Her eyes were such a deep, perfect color of blue. He knew he’d never get enough of falling into them and just drowning.

“I’m sorry, Blue, I’m goin’ to have to go again. I know we need to talk . . .”

She sat up and pushed back her heavy fall of wild hair. “Remy, I’m perfectly fine. I’m some kind of freak, but I’m fine. We have great sex and no attachment, but guess what, I’m still fine. I’m all grown up and I’m just as responsible for what happens every time we get together. The freaky change into an animal thing, I’m just goin’ to ignore until I’ve had my coffee. I might give it some thought then.”

He rubbed his palm down the length of her spine, needing the contact with her. “Great sex with no attachment? We’re havin’ a long talk about that misconception. But you make me laugh. You wake up grumpy, don’ you?”

“Only when I’ve destroyed an entire room in my only friend’s beautiful Inn with some kind of depraved sex and then turn into an animal and run around the swamp like a sex-starved cat hussy. Otherwise, no, I’m perfectly fine when I wake up.”

He leaned over and brushed a kiss over her temple, keeping his lips against her skin. “And you aren’t sex-starved anymore. We’ve taken care of that,” he whispered.

“Says who?” Bijou asked. “Don’ be thinkin’ you’re all that, Remy Boudreaux. You’re not that good.”

He trailed kisses to the corner of her mouth. “I know I’m that good. Stay the hell out of the swamp.”

“Don’ be tellin’ me what to do. We might have sex once in a while but you never get to tell me what to do.”

She managed a haughty expression even with his mouth moving on down her neck to the swell of her breast. He heard her breath catch in her throat, and she pushed him away. “Go, Remy. You need to catch whoever is murderin’ people.”

“Are you goin’ to stay put this time?” He narrowed his eyes and pinned her with a hard gaze. It usually worked for him, but she gave a little sniff. “I mean it, Blue. I don’ want to have to put every cop in the city and every sheriff in the surroundin’ parishes on alert lookin’ for you. If I have to do that, believe me, mon pitit, you’ll be hauled back in handcuffs.”

“Delightful.” Sarcasm dripped from her voice. “And I’m not your mon pitit.”

“You’re my anything I need or want you to be.” He leaned closer and licked her already taut nipple.

She shuddered, one arm circling his head. She didn’t pull him away or push him closer, she simply stayed still, looking down at him.

His mouth closed over the temptation of her breast, pulling strongly, teeth scraping. He lifted his head and pressed his forehead against hers. “Leavin’ you is difficult.”

“So is murder. Get goin’, Remy.” Even as she commanded him, her fingers fisted in his hair and she pulled his head up.

Remy held his mouth inches from hers, looking straight into her eyes, so she’d know he meant what he said. “Don’ you go off anywhere alone. Stay with Saria and stay inside until I get back.”

She frowned at him. “Do you think I’m in danger?”

“I know you are.”

“Then stop makin’ everything an order and just ask nice like a normal person.”

Remy opened his mouth and then closed it again with a little bite of his teeth. “Blue, please do me a favor and stay here with my sister and be safe while I go try to catch a murderer.”

“Of course,” Bijou replied. “I don’ mind restin’. I’ve got a lot of thinking to do.”

Remy breathed a sigh of relief, caught the nape of her neck and kissed her hard. She tried to hold herself away from him, but he refused to back off, deepening the kiss until she relaxed into him with a little sigh of resignation. He kept kissing her. She finally kissed him back. It took discipline to stop when all he wanted to do was be a part of her, to lose himself in her fire and addictive taste.

He pressed his forehead tight against hers. “Restin’ is good. As much as you can. But no thinkin’ about anything. You have to wait for me to talk this out. I know it was a shock to find out about your leopard, but there are more of us than you think. We have rules that govern us and you have to abide by them. Saria is leopard, and she can answer any questions you have until I get back. Clearly, it isn’t something known and we don’ ever talk about it to outsiders.”

“Because you’d all be locked up as insane,” Bijou pointed out pulling back. She reached for the sheet and pulled it up over her breasts in sudden modesty.

“Because we’d be hunted and killed,” Remy corrected, needing her to understand the importance of absolute secrecy. He cupped her breasts through the sheet, making his claim on her and her body. Satisfaction flooded when his thumb found her nipple a hard peak.