Rachael’s fingers tangled in his hair, a gesture that always turned his heart over. Sometimes he felt as if he lived for her smile. For her kiss. For the sound of her laughter. He leaned close until his lips were pressed against her ear. “I wish we were alone right now.” His tongue made a small foray, delving into shadows, his teeth nipping gently. Her breasts pushed against his chest, soft tempting mounds, her nipples taut peaks. He had known her body would react to that small tease of his tongue.

“It’s just as well we aren’t,” Rachael pointed out, trying to keep her brain from melting along with the rest of her body. It had to be the humidity. She could testify she’d never quite felt so sexy and so wanting to entice and tempt a man as she did Rio. She stared into his eyes, his strange, beguiling eyes, and felt as if she were falling into him.

A leopard growled a warning, then gave a soft grunting cough from inside the house. Rachael and Rio blinked, trying to shake off the enthrallment they seemed to be under.

“Rio, you’d better tell your little friend to back off, or he’s going to get a surprise,” Drake called.

Rachael was shocked at the gravelly menace in Drake’s voice. Rio stiffened, snapped out an instant command to Franz and the clouded leopard burst from the house. He raised his lip at Rio, his ears flat, his teeth exposed, tail switching back and forth.

“He looks really angry.” Rachael couldn’t quite suppress the note of fear in her voice. “It’s amazing how big he looks, and his teeth are downright scary.”

Rio stepped back to give the cat room. “All leopards have tempers, Rachael. They can be very moody and edgy, even the smallest brother. Franz is naturally upset and he doesn’t tolerate company very well.”

“He should be used to me,” Drake snapped. “The little runt threatened me. If he managed to bite me, I’d stretch his hide between two trees.” He stood in the doorway glaring at the clouded leopard. His eyes were brilliant and focused, almost glassy. There was an aura of danger emanating from him. His hands gripped the railing of the verandah, fingers curled tightly around the wood.