He studied her face. Her beautiful, flawless face. Her long lashes and gorgeous eyes. Her perfect sinful mouth. It didn’t seem possible that she could be his. He needed to take better care of her. Instead of letting his foul temper smolder for days, he should have recognized that she would be shy with him.

That hadn’t really occurred to him either because she was completely uninhibited when they had sex. He knew he loved her. The terrible feeling inside him couldn’t be anything but love. It ate him up and made him look at himself, really look at who and what he was. With her, he had to be better. He wanted to be better. She deserved better.

“I can’t tell you how much you mean to me, Catarina,” he said. He had to clear his throat when her gaze jumped to his and he nearly fell into her eyes. His voice growled, his emotions so strong, so intense he nearly shook with them.

She sat back on her heels, her eyes soft. Something else was there too and his belly knotted fast. She was definitely afraid of her feelings for him, but she had them. At least the beginnings of feelings, and he wanted to nurture that, make certain it grew.

He reached down and drew her gently to him, cuddling her in his lap. Her body was very warm, despite the cool evening. She fit. There on his lap. Wrapped in his arms. She fit. He caught up the bottle of water he had sitting by his coffee and handed it to her, nuzzling the top of her head.

“I’ve fallen in love with you.” He stared over her head into the night as he made the confession. His heart twisted into knots. His blood surged through his body, a rush of adrenaline at the stark, raw admission he never thought he’d ever make to anyone. He felt as if he was baring his soul, and maybe he was. “I don’t know how it happened, Kitten. I was so busy worrying about your leopard for my leopard, I suddenly found myself completely obsessed with you.”

He could feel the change in her instantly. She went very still. She didn’t pull away. Catarina stayed snuggled into him, a part of him, curled up like a little cat on his lap, but she didn’t move a muscle, not even to bring the water to her mouth.

He tipped her head up to force her gaze to meet his. “It’s true. I love you more than anything on this earth. It isn’t about the leopards anymore. I don’t give a damn about Rafe Cordeau or the DEA. For me, there never can be anyone else but you.”

Her blue eyes searched his face for a long time. She looked close to tears.