Cat's Lair

by Christine Feehan

  She didn't pull away from him. If anything she pressed tighter into him. That was another thing he loved. She gave him access to her body when he needed or wanted to touch her. She didn't make a thing about it, she just did it. Caring for him. Loving him without words. He heard her talking, even if it was in silence. He heard her loud and clear.

  "After dinner, Catarina, I'm going to see what I can do about those very sore muscles of yours. First the hot tub, then a hot shower and then I massage you."

  She turned her face up to his, her blue eyes searching his face. A slow smile took his breath.

  "Massage?" She licked her lips. "That sounds like fun. Do I get to give you a massage too?"

  She was killing him. He cleared his throat. "Would that make you happy?"

  "Yes. I like touching you."

  The way she made the admission, so honest, made his heart stutter. Sometimes just looking at her hurt, she was so beautiful. But this, the way she moved into him when he touched her, the way she allowed his hands on her so willingly, and her ready confession, meaning it, that she liked touching him, nearly brought him to his knees.

  He didn't answer her immediately, he was too busy fighting for air. Fighting to keep his hands off of her and his cock out of her while she healed.

  She tugged at her lower lip again with her teeth. "Your muscles have to be sore too, Eli. You were conditioning just like me, and your leopard was crazy last night. But if you don't want me to . . ."

  He stopped her with another kiss. "I want you to. Coffee. Eat. Hot tub. Let's get it done so I can feel your hands on me, Kitten."

  He smacked her on her bare bottom and then slid his palm over the heated skin. Her eyes went wide. He grinned at her. "I owed you that, remember."

  "I didn't think it would feel like that if you actually did it," she said.

  "Baby, I love seeing that wild look in your eyes. I love what wild does to your body and then what your body does to mine. I'm going to think up all kinds of creative ways to keep that look there." He let her go, stepping back because it was either that or lift her into his arms and slam her body down hard on his pulsing cock.

  Catarina went back to the coffee machine and he put the sandwiches on the table. He'd started to put them on plates but at the last minute put them on napkins. Straddling his chair, he snagged one of the roast beef sandwiches and dug in, all the while watching Cat at the coffee machine. It was a thing of beauty seeing her work, the concentration on her face.

  "Stop staring at me." She didn't turn around.

  Eli found himself smiling. Her leopard senses were becoming acute. Either that or she was really aware of him. Either way, it was a good thing. "I like looking at you. Especially when you're making coffee."

  She laughed. He loved her laugh. He watched her while he ate his second sandwich and she delicately picked at hers. She definitely enjoyed the coffee and she looked far mellower. He was glad she didn't want a second cup to take with them out to the hot tub. She hadn't even said a word about the napkins versus plates, although she had raised her eyebrows and her little smile was very amused. He didn't want her smile to disappear when he told her he didn't want her drinking more than one cup of coffee.

  "You like my bossy," he announced.

  She nearly spit out her coffee. "Where did that come from?" She narrowed her eyes at him. "You were thinking about ordering me around again, weren't you?"

  "I spend a lot of time thinking about ordering you around," he admitted, unrepentant. "It's a good thing you like it."

  "I think shifting into your leopard yesterday has made you a little crazy. Just drink the rest of your coffee, you'll be all right."

  He threw his head back and laughed. She also made him happy in ways he hadn't imagined.

  She barely ate her sandwich and he let her get away with it because he could see she was still exhausted and he wanted her in the hot tub. He rinsed the coffee cups before she could and tossed the napkins before grabbing her hand and taking her out to the lower deck where the tub was.

  "I don't have a swimsuit," Cat pointed out as she stood uncertainly, watching him take the cover off.

  He glanced at her. "Kitten." Amused. "I'd just take it off of you anyway. Have you not figured out yet that one of the greatest joys of my life is to look at you naked?"

  She smiled at him. "I guess I missed that."

  He stalked over to her, caught the hem of the shirt and pulled it over her head without unbuttoning it. There was very little moon, but he could see her lush body. His mark was still everywhere, the finger smudges and small bite marks. He brushed his hand down her left breast, watching her face. She was sensitive. The shiver ran through her and her eyes heated.

  "Get in, before I decide I need you right now."

  Her gaze dropped to his fully erect cock as he shed his sweats. "Any time you need me, Eli, I want you. You have to know that. I'm never going to be too tired or too sore."

  She trailed her fingers over him and his cock jerked in response. His belly tightened. That was his woman. "Look up at me, baby," he commanded softly.

  Her gaze jumped to his. He saw the heat. The fire. The sexy. He nearly groaned aloud, not believing the miracle that was Catarina.

  "I really mean it. Not just for you, but for me too." The last was admitted in a low voice, but her gaze didn't waver from his.

  "I know you mean it, Kitten. I love that you mean it. Stop tempting me and get the hell in the hot tub."

  She laughed softly and climbed in. He watched her, shaking his head, still having a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that she was his. He watched her face carefully as she sank a little gingerly into the hot water. She winced just enough that he knew he'd been right to ensure she had a break. She still looked exhausted, and he made up his mind he would postpone his own massage in an effort to get her to relax and go back to sleep. If she had her hands on him, he doubted if he had the discipline to keep from taking her. And he knew she'd offer because she was just that generous.

  The night was cool enough that steam rose from the water's surface. He adjusted the jets on her body, and sank down onto one of the lower seats so the jets could hit the back of his neck and shoulders. Catarina was right when she said he had to be sore too. He felt as if he'd wrestled his leopard and lost.

  Catarina put her head back and closed her eyes. It gave him the opportunity to study her profile. She was beautiful any way he looked at her. Her long sweeping lashes and the curve of her cheek, the high cheekbones and softly rounded chin, all her gleaming, glossy hair she'd tied up in an intricate knot.

  "You're staring at me again." She kept her eyes closed.

  "I told you, I like looking at you, especially when you're bare-ass naked two feet from me."

  "All this time I thought it was when I was making coffee."

  "Kitten." He waited until her lashes fluttered and rose just enough that he could see her blue eyes. "I like looking at you all the time."

  She laughed softly and closed her eyes again.

  16

  "YOUR woman has a beautiful laugh," Jake Bannaconni stated.

  The sound of Catarina's laughter felt a little like music. Eli tilted his chair back, sprawling his legs out in front of him, the bottle of beer in his fist. He could listen to her laughter all day long and never tire of it. She sounded carefree. Happy. He knew he had a hand in her happiness and that made it all the more sweet.

  "You are gone, Eli. A total goner. That woman has you wrapped around her little finger, and you're never going to get the upper hand."

  He grinned at Jake Bannaconni. His neighbor looked relaxed sprawled out next to him on the long, wide verandah outside the kitchen.

  "Catarina doesn't know she has the upper hand and I intend to take full advantage and savor every moment as long as I can before she realizes I'd do anything for her."

  Jake laughed and saluted him with the beer bottle.

  "She was terrified to come over here, but Emma's put her at ease. I can't th
ank her enough for that. Catarina needs to know she can have friends. She thinks she's going to get everyone around her killed," Eli said softly.

  "That's not going to happen," Jake said, and there was a hard edge in his voice. "This won't be the first time we've faced this kind of thing, a rogue coming after one of our women. Emma will sort it all out with her." He had absolute faith in his wife's ability to ease Catarina's mind.

  "I'm counting on that," Eli admitted. "Have you looked into Rafe Cordeau?"

  Jake nodded. "He's related to a family from the New Orleans area. Woman was killing using her leopard. He's a cousin a couple of times removed. Leopards can be vicious, as you well know, and if you don't keep them in line, they can take control of you. Cordeau is a very vicious killer. I'm surprised Catarina managed to escape him. From what I understand, he's called in every favor ever owed to him trying to find her."

  "She's smart, Jake. And I mean real smart. She kept a low profile in his house, learned to turn herself into a little mouse. He didn't want her educated and she managed to get an education right under his nose. She cracked his safe. Used his computer when he had hers rigged so he knew what she was doing on it. And she got away from him. She'd still be under his radar if he hadn't been tipped off where she was." Eli didn't bother to keep the admiration out of his voice.

  "She'd have to be very intelligent to survive his household and come out intact. Do you know much about her lineage? I made inquiries after you told me Tracy Benoit wasn't her birth mother. Drake knew of her mother's line. She was from the Borneo rain forest, and he knows her family. Her father we're still tracing, but he thinks he comes from a branch of shifters around Panama."

  Another wave of laughter came from the kitchen, catching both men's attention. Catarina had argued with him about coming. She'd gone silent once she realized he was insisting, and his belly had been tied up in knots. He knew she expected the wife of a billionaire to be haughty and look down at her for her lack of education. She'd even murmured that at the beginning of the conversation, before she'd distracted him with fears of Cordeau finding out.

  Her lack of self-confidence seemed to come back to that--no formal education. Her laughter eased something in him he hadn't known was so tense. He couldn't help but listen in on their conversation. He knew, sometime in the future, if it were still important to her, he would make certain she could go to school and get a more advanced education. Not that he thought she needed it, she'd certainly continued with acquiring knowledge, but he wanted her to have whatever was important to her.

  "I love this stove," Catarina said to Emma. "Love, love, love it. I saw it in a magazine once and then looked it up and read all about it. I have to admit I covet this stove, although I don't need one quite this big. It's always been my dream stove."

  "I do need the larger one," Emma said. "Quite often the boys come up to the house to eat so I make certain there's plenty of food. And I'm with you, this is the best stove ever."

  Eli glanced at Jake. He was listening too, and he had a faint smile on his face. When he caught Eli looking his smile widened to a grin. That grin said he was reading Eli's mind and he knew Catarina would be getting a new stove very soon.

  "Emma always feeds my crew. That's just her way."

  "You don't have a chef? Or a housekeeper?" That surprised Eli. The house was very large, and it was rumored Emma had a difficult time carrying her last baby.

  "I hire people all the time. Emma fires them. Well, she's too sweet to fire anyone, but she refuses to allow anyone else to cook the children's meals or mine. We have people come in a couple of times a week to do the bulk of the cleaning, but that's about all I can get away with. The woman isn't the least bit afraid of me."

  Jake said the last as if he'd failed miserably. Eli hid his grin. Jake, like Eli, needed control, especially around those he loved, yet he didn't sound too upset that Emma wanted to run her household.

  Eli was surprised that Emma insisted on doing the cooking for her family. He liked that. He liked that it mattered to her, and he could see Jake liked it as well. Jake looked like a happy man, and when he rested his gaze on his wife, the dark, intense look of love and possession was starkly there on his usually expressionless face.

  "We're lucky men," Eli observed. "Catarina likes to cook for me as well. Here's to our women and the way they care for us." He tapped the long neck of Jake's beer bottle with his own.

  Jake smiled at him. "I like that your woman cooks. They've been talking nonstop about recipes and brands of pots and pans and now stoves for the last hour. Emma sounds happy."

  "I've been taking notes," Eli admitted, with a small grin. "I don't forget much, and when it comes to something Cat wants, I especially pay attention. She wants that stove. She's mentioned it a few times now."

  Jake burst out laughing. "I knew you'd be ordering her that stove."

  "She wants it, she gets it."

  "You've got it bad, Eli."

  "You have no idea," he admitted, surprised that it didn't matter that Jake knew that Catarina had somehow become his world.

  The smile faded from Jake's face and he looked toward the kitchen. "Emma is my life. Without her, I've got nothing. I would kill to protect her, and I have. I understand the concept of giving her whatever she wants because in return she gives me everything. It isn't easy for women to live with men like us, Eli. Your woman is fragile right now. I can see that. She's just learning what shifters are and what drives them. I run roughshod over Emma at times and she handles it because she knows how."

  "I hear what you're saying," Eli said. "My leopard rides me pretty hard, especially when it comes to Catarina. I can't lose her, and she's definitely in danger. I'm trying to teach her as much about self-defense as I can and my male is working with her female. She's gotten beat up in the last couple of weeks, but she never complains."

  "I made a lot of mistakes with Emma," Jake admitted. "I was just lucky she hung in there with me."

  Eli's eyes met Jake's. "I don't like the fact that Catarina never had a choice, because I'll never know if I am her choice, but I'd never let her go. I don't care what it takes, but I'd find a way to keep her. Sometimes I wonder how much that makes me like Cordeau in her eyes." He admitted the truth quietly.

  Jake studied his face for a long time and then took a long pull on the beer. "I'd never give up Emma. If I had to, I'd lock her in my house and work my ass off day and night to figure out where I screwed up and how to fix it, but I wouldn't let her go. She knows that. She accepts that in me. She accepts a lot of things in me. Because she does, I work hard to make certain she's happy and that she stays that way. When something's important to her, I give in, even if it goes against everything protective in me."

  Eli frowned. "Such as?"

  "She loves the ranch, but we're isolated. I think it will help with Catarina being close, given the things they have in common. But once in a while she wants to go for a ride by herself, or go into the city to shop. She doesn't spend money and she's always a little shocked when I give her extravagant gifts, but she likes to just be what she calls normal."

  "Of course she can't. You have enemies."

  Jake nodded. "No, she can't. But I want to give that to her, because it matters to her. Kills me to let her go off in a car by herself. I've got tracking on it and on her. And my boys are all around her. She knows, but as long as they don't make it obvious, she doesn't bitch at me. Shopping, she's surrounded by a crew. Best I can do for her. She doesn't like it, but she knows it's got to be that way. She never objects when it comes to security for the kids, but it's much harder to accept it for herself."

  Eli stirred uneasily. "You let her go shopping in the city without you? And drive her car around aimlessly?"

  "Do you ever try to imagine what it's like for our women to live with men like us, Eli? We're not easy and we'll never be easy. I don't like her out of my sight. That can smother an ordinary woman. I'm the one in control, although I've done everything I can to make certain she feels sh
e's on equal footing with me, but we both know the bottom line is I'd never let her go. She's my world. I swear to God, I lose that woman and I'm lost too, kids or no kids. And I love my children with everything in me."

  Eli raked his hand through his hair. He'd already known what Jake was saying to him. He wasn't an easy man, and he didn't have a lot of friendships. He was rough and arrogant and bossy and he liked control. His emotions were generally held in check, until Catarina came into his life. Suddenly everything was different. His feelings for her were intense, bordering on obsession. Letting go, even a little, was terrifying. He didn't know if he was that strong.

  "You get me, Eli?" Jake said softly. "She has to know she's your world if you're going to be you. You have to allow her to see all of you, even the worst parts. She has to accept and love those parts too. Then it's her choice. She stays because she loves you no matter what."

  "You have no idea how fucked up I can get, Jake," Eli said. "She's already experienced some of it."

  Jake shrugged. "We're shifters. That isn't an excuse to treat our women rough, or get away with crap, because we're in control of our leopards, and that means being in control of us. But we're going to screw up. Catarina's strong or she never would have survived Cordeau's household. She can take you on and tame the wild when it comes. Let her. Give her that. I'm talking from experience. I'm no picnic, and Emma, well . . ." He trailed off, and looked toward the kitchen where another burst of laughter warmed both of them.

  "Emma loves me the way I am. She knows what I need and she's willing to give it to me. In return I give her every damn thing I can think of that might make her happy." He hesitated. "Including that baby she's carrying. I didn't want her to risk it. She nearly died that last time and I was done. We've got two, Kyle, who is about to turn four, and Andraya, who is eight months younger." He gave no explanation how the children could be so close in age. "We love them, and as far as I'm concerned we were complete. She wants a couple more. Took me a long time to let myself realize it mattered to her. So I gave in, but I don't like it."