Free Jaguar Hunt by Terry Spear Page A

and the bedroom. The muggy heat made her want to strip to bare skin, if not for the hot and sexy half-naked man lying next to her. The circulating fan wasn’t penetrating the mesh curtains sufficiently to cool her down.
    Maybe she shouldn’t have invited him into her bed. She sighed. Maybe she should move to the bunk bed and get naked.
    She didn’t know which was worse—being way too cold or being way too hot. She’d never get to sleep at this rate. She let out her breath.
    â€œWhat?” David asked.
    â€œI’m hot.”
    He chuckled. “You sure are.”
    ***
    Waking early the next morning, David was instantly aware of two things: Tammy was gone, and the shower was running outside. First thought that popped into his head—she couldn’t be in jaguar form or the door would be wide open. Unless she shifted outside. And he didn’t think she would have. Not when she was worried about getting naked if the kids were watching. Hell, she wouldn’t even shift in front of him. Second thought was that she was in human form, totally nude .
    That brought a nice visual to mind. He wanted to ensure that the person showering outside really was Tammy. At least that’s what he told himself.
    He climbed out of bed, peeked out the glass door, and his jaw dropped.
    Facing the jungle, her back to him, she was wearing a barely there string bikini. Turn around , he silently pleaded with her. He wanted to see the whole tamale. Although the backside was giving him heart palpitations. Toned ass, tanned, long legged, sweet. Actually, anything but sweet. A hot-pink metallic number that made his mouth water. Forget breakfast.
    He was tempted to keep watching when she turned off the water, but he didn’t want her to think he might be as bad as the boys.
    Hell, he was looking out for her welfare. Just like any good fellow agent who was serving as her partner on a mission. He folded his arms and waited, observing. Besides, she was wearing a bathing suit. Not exactly fully clothed for the general public, as far as he was concerned, but she wasn’t naked.
    With her back still to him, she wrapped the towel around her bikini-clad body. He groaned with regret. When she turned around, she saw him peering out the glass door with a full-blown arousal pressing against his boxers. She had the nerve to smile.
    Tammy had thought that if she took a shower before David woke, he wouldn’t catch her at it. Glad she hadn’t given David a full show, she figured it served him right to be observing her while she showered.
    â€œTongue’s hanging out,” she said as he opened the door for her and she moved past him.
    â€œHope you used all the warm water. Cold’s about all I can handle for now,” he said as he headed outside to wash.
    After he showered, they went to the lodge, and he made arrangements at the front desk to rent the bungalow instead of the cabana. She hated to admit that she’d been worried it might already be rented. She was ready to enjoy air-conditioning at night after they spent their days in the jungle.
    She must have looked concerned. He smiled down at her as they left the lodge and headed to the dining room. “No worries. It’s ours for a week, if we need it for that long. They’re cleaning it and said we could move in later this afternoon after the zip-line expedition.”
    â€œGood.” She didn’t want to shower in her swimsuit the whole time they were here.
    As they entered the dining hall, his phone rang, the ringtone playing “What’s New, Pussycat” by Tom Jones and making Tammy smile. When she had the chance, she had to get a cute ringtone for her phone like that.
    â€œIt’s the boss.” He answered it. “Yeah, we’re working well as a team. I think we might have to make this more permanent.”
    They took a seat at a table as she cast David a look that said this was not going to be anything more than a