Junglecat Honeymoon: Manhattan Ten, Book 3.5 Read Online Free PDF Page B

did say I liked the plan.” All I wanted now were our wedding rings returned. “Can we do something about my ice?”
    “I’ve got it covered.”
    That was enough. I relaxed, resting against him. Running through the night and battling without food or water had taken its toll. Now I dozed, comfortable in the knowledge that he would protect me from anything. He stopped at a hidden spring for water and plied me with juicy tropical fruits.
    Always, he stroked my hair and caressed my skin—confirming that I truly was safe. I did the same to him. Such a short parting had seemed like forever.
    Finally, we arrived at the tree house. He paused. “Should I carry you over the threshold?”
    “Up the rope ladder?”
    “Why not? I’m a superhero and stuff.”
    I smiled against his neck. “I dare you.”
    I shouldn’t doubt him.
    As tall and large as I was, Panther was bigger. He hoisted me up the ladder on his back, kicked away the fallen mosquito net and spread me on the bed like a comforter. “This is what I was waiting for.”
    So much heat in his eyes. “So was I.”
    Balam covered my body with his, all hard muscles. His soft lips moved along my jaw line. “I can’t have you taken again.”
    “Nor you.” I stared into his yellow eyes and sucked in a breath, staggered as always, to see the depth of my love reflected.
    We must have kissed for hours, lying twined together.
    “The dress is coming off now.” Balam eased me seated.
    I’d fantasized about him ripping the corset away with his teeth, but the reality was so much better.
    He pulled the laces one by one, tantalizingly slow, kissing my neck as he worked and brushing the ends of the ribbon against my bare back.
    I shivered.
    We may have kissed for hours, but undressing took years . I was both languid and frantic. Melting and so very hot. “Pan…”
    “What’s the rush?” He kissed the back of my earlobe, breath heated. “There.” His fingers crept inside my corset, tracing along my rib.
    Something peeled away from my skin and my mind instantly cleared. It was like shedding a thorn I hadn’t noticed.
    Pan held up the purple-soaked cloth, which he promptly tossed across the room. I wrinkled my nose at the cloying floral scent.
    “God, I hate that flower. She knocked each of us out with a different blend of it.”
    “A flower took away my powers?”
    “A flower potion took away your powers.” Pan’s fingers played against my bare ribs and I didn’t care as much about the how of it.
    “It’s fixed now?”
    “You need to sweat out the last of it. I think I can help.”
    “Oh?” I arched into him.
    He pulled the final lace free from the corset and moved the ribbon over the curves of my breasts. “Yes.”
    Pan pushed me back into the pillows, sucking at my bottom lip, gently pressing with his sharp canines.
    He’d set me on fire if my ice didn’t return soon.
    “Lift your arms.”
    I did as he said, and he pulled my remaining hem over my head, easing the dress off. As my breasts popped free, he held the cloth in place, trapping my arms and blocking my eyes with tulle.
    “Are you comfortable?” He toyed with the lacy edge of my panties. The hint of a growl in his low voice was nearly enough to put me over the edge.
    “You could make me more comfortable…”
    Pan chuckled. Just what I wanted to hear.
    “Let’s see.” He licked a slow circle around my nipple. “Better?”
    I bit back a gasp. “Getting there.”
    Kisses trailed down my belly as Pan rubbed his thumbs in circles over my hipbones, slipping over and under lace.
    He lingered at my navel, slipping his hands to my inner thighs, always at the edge of the panties, never touching directly.
    If he wanted me to beg, I was fully prepared.
    I’d missed him so.
    He rested his chin against my lower belly. “You sure I shouldn’t stop?”
    The way his voice rumbled against me, I was already at his mercy. “Don’t stop unless the tree house burns down.”
    Even then…
    “God, I love