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notice her as a female, a hot sexual being, so much the better.
    The woman was driving him to drink. In her brief red shorts, and her figure-hugging white shirt, she was a menace to clear thinking. Jack glared at her back as she sashayed along the gangplank to board the ferry. His gaze drifted to her curvy butt, encased in the tight shorts. With the enhanced hearing all taniwhas possessed, he heard the rapid beat of her heart. She wanted him. Suddenly, he had a hard-on to beat all. Deep inside his mind, the dragon clawed for release.
    Sweat beaded on his forehead. His head started to swim in an alarming manner. Hell, he couldn’t shift here. Not now, in front of these people. The demand of the dragon pounded him until he trembled with the desire to change to taniwha form or to fuck a woman. Any woman. In the dragon’s mind, these were the sole alternatives.
    Jack knew better.
    Desperation made his fists bunch and his chest heave as he tried to force oxygen into starved lungs. Concentrate. Focus on something else. Block .
    In his mind, he pictured his cat—the scrawny stray that should have known better than to seek refuge with a dragon who wasn’t a vegetarian. The cat had kept coming around anyway. Though damn if he knew when the arrogant black tom had become his cat. Jack snorted under his breath, cursing the taniwha that struggled for dominance. He focused, forcing his mind to change track.
    The cat had probably won him over about the time he’d presented Jack with a huge eel in the middle of the night. A gift of the highest magnitude. Yes, that had been the defining moment. Jack centered his mind on the scruffy black cat and fought the dragon that writhed under his skin. The dragon roared in displeasure, the sound echoing through his head. He ached to feel the cool waters of the harbor, the explosive release of sex equally compelling.
    You can’t damn well have sex , Jack shouted silently. Behave, dammit. Shit, no wonder he had a headache.
    “Are you all right?” A slender hand with pale pink nails touched his forearm. Jack started, his nostrils flaring as her clean floral scent washed over him. His dragon fought briefly then retreated with a snarl.
    “I’m fine. Thinking about the case.” Jack didn’t relax an iota. How could he when Emma’s wide-eyed expression screamed innocence? The scent of lavender and roses backed up the veneer of inexperience along with the baby-pink polish painted on her finger and toenails. His gaze drifted up to meet hers.
    Whoa, baby . No way was her avid gaze innocent. She puckered her pink lips then her tongue slid out to moisten the plump curves. The dragon roared approval, and his cock stirred again with definite interest. Well, hell.
    Emma’s intriguing mix of artlessness and pure sex appeal knocked away his previous confidence of his ability to remain detached. This assignment might be the death of him. The dragon wouldn’t let him forget her willingness. Perhaps he should’ve brought the damn cat with him because he was going to be focusing on the furry creature a lot—just in self-defense.
    Jack guided Emma to the bow of the boat. It was crowded at present, but once they pulled from the sheltered harbor into the Gulf, the cool sea air and brisk wind would send the passengers scurrying for the warmth of the lounge and bar area. He edged her to the railing and caged her in place with his arms.
    Emma jumped and barely bit back a nervous schoolgirl eep . Jack, of course, registered her reaction.
    “Quit that. Remember you’re playing the part of my partner.”
    “I hate that word.” Emma glanced over her shoulder at him. “What does that mean? When someone refers to their partner.”
    He crowded her, gritting his teeth as his cock brushed her ass. “Would you prefer lover?” He relished her shiver, and satisfaction filled him as she tried to edge away. “Take care. We don’t want people to think we’re arguing.”
    The number of passengers boarding slowed to a