Savor the Danger. Lori Foster

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СКАЧАТЬ one question answered, he closed his eye again and struggled to take inventory.

      Had he been captured? Tortured?

      Slowly, very slowly, he moved his right hand. His arm felt like lead, but he lifted it.

      Sluggish, a little weak, but not bound, thank God.

      He tried to move his left hand and realized that something warm and soft kept him pinned in place. He inhaled…and recognized the enticing, undeniable scent of woman.

      Oh, shit.

      Staying very still to avoid alerting anyone to his cognizance, Jackson opened his hand and…felt.

      He didn’t need a clear head or his vision to know he palmed a very sweet female backside.

      Huh.

      The body beside him stirred. A slim, smooth leg came over his, gliding up and over his crotch. Inside he jolted, but outside he stayed perfectly still.

      A woman purred, “You’re awake?”

      Both eyes shot open with recognition. He snapped his head around so fast that pain nearly blinded him.

      The knee resting over his dick shifted as the woman readjusted to better see him. “Is something wrong?” Shit, shit, shit. Carefully, his eyelids scraping like sandpaper, Jackson peered to his side and found none other than Alani Rivers. Sleepy, warm, soft. She watched him with sated, golden brown eyes, her pale hair spread out around her—on his pillows.

      She had the unmistakable look of a woman who’d spent a satisfying night doing the nasty. With him?

      Though no words came from his parched throat, the hand on her ass contracted. Yeah, so his brain wasn’t quite working—his instincts were fine and dandy.

      Blushing, Alani ducked her face and rose up to an elbow.

      The sheet pulled to her waist, giving him an up close and personal view of her really beautiful breasts and rosy nipples.

      His thoughts cramped. So did his balls.

      “So quiet this morning,” she murmured as she bent and kissed his mouth. “Especially after last night.” Meaning…what? Had they been noisy? Had he been chatty?

      She chewed her bottom lip. “Are you feeling as shy as I am about the things we did?” Shy? Never. What the hell had they done? He tried to sort it out, but beyond the pain and the confusion was the mind-boggling fact that he had Alani Rivers in his bed.

      Naked.

      Affectionate.

      Replete.

      And he didn’t know how any of it had happened.

      Acid crawled around his guts and squirreled up his throat, making his stomach pitch. Groaning, he threw back the covers.

      Didn’t matter if his head fell off, he would not puke in front of her.

      In only a few long strides, he made it to the connecting bathroom where he dropped to his knees in front of the john in just the nick of time.

      He felt vile. Worse than that even.

      What the hell had happened?

      “Jackson?”

      He looked up to see Alani in the doorway. Naked.

      He groaned again. “Go away.”

      “But…can I get you—”

      “Out!” He kicked at the door. It hit so hard that it bounced open again. He saw her shock and hurt, but damn it, no way in hell did he want her to see him like this.

      Luckily for them both, she turned and strode away.

      When the nausea finally subsided, he flushed the toilet and, feeling weaker than a newborn, used the edge of the sink to haul himself to his feet. His legs shook. His head thundered.

      He turned on cold water, splashed his face, rinsed his mouth, and after a few seconds of mental searching that left him blank, he turned to stagger out.

      Alani stood there yet again.

      Still naked.

      Jackson swayed. He tried, but he couldn’t take it in. For a hell of a long time, he’d wanted her. Now she was here, but…how? Why?

      His burning gaze zeroed in on her neat triangle of golden brown pubic hair. Another question answered—but it had nada to do with his current predicament.

      She folded her arms under her breasts, which had the effect of getting his riveted attention off her lower body and up a little—as far as her chest anyway.

      Ah, damn, so pretty. Had he touched her breasts? Kissed her nipples?

      Dizziness assailed him. The possibility of passing out or puking more loomed near.

      But God Almighty, she looked fine. Better than fine.

      She looked like his.

      Face red, voice high, she snapped, “Real nice, Jackson.”

      Picking up on the acrimony, he managed to meet her gaze through a fog of emotions. Uh-oh. She looked both hurt and pissed.

      Her lips tightened. She gave one fleeting glance at his body, but when he remained mute, her eyes narrowed and she tossed her head, sending back her long fair hair. Like pale liquid, it poured over her smooth skin, mostly behind her shoulders, though one long strand trailed over her breast.

      Mesmerized, he took a moment to realize she was talking to him. “I told you this wasn’t a good idea,” she said. “I told you it would never work.”

      Looked to him like it had worked just fine.

      But to make sure they were on the same page, he rasped, “It?” Bracing one hand on the door frame, the other squeezing the bridge of his nose, he started on a great admission. “Thing is, I don’t remember—”

      “Talking about it?”

      Anything. “Uh…”

      “Big surprise there, right?” Her attention tracked down over him, then jumped back to his face. “You were too busy getting me naked to listen to reason.”

      Sounded like him, he had to admit.

      “Too busy racing for the bed,” she complained, “to even think about my concerns, about what I said.”

      The words resonated over and over. He’d gotten her naked and in bed.

      And then what?

      Nothing rational came to his spinning brain, so Jackson just shook his head while again looking at her body. If it wasn’t for the door frame supporting him, he’d be on his face on the floor, but he couldn’t not look at her.

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