Savor the Danger – Lori Foster
Savor the Danger – Lori Foster
Name: Savor the Danger – Lori Foster
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Title: Savor the Danger
Author: Foster, Lori
Subjects: Romance, General, suspense, contemporary, Fiction
Total pages: N/A
She may be aloof, and more pretty than gorgeous, but Alani Rivers is the kind of woman a hot-blooded mercenary can[HTML_REMOVED]t forget, no matter how hard he tries. So when Jackson Savor wakes up next to the naked, sleeping beauty-with no memory of what happened- he knows he[HTML_REMOVED]s been drugged.even if Alani doesn[HTML_REMOVED]t.
After she was kidnapped, Alani vowed never to trust another man again. Still, something about this strong, sexy hero with the tender touch makes her want to believe him. As Jackson hunts down a mysterious intruder, he swears he[HTML_REMOVED]ll move heaven and earth to keep Alani safe. But what really happened that night? And will the truth bring them closer than they ever thought possible-or put Alani squarely in harm[HTML_REMOVED]s way again?
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Wakefulness brought a crescendo beat of pain piercing his brain. He tried to swallow, but the desert at high noon couldn[HTML_REMOVED]t be as dry as his mouth.
What the hell was going on?
Disoriented, in agony, Jackson Savor got one eye open.
The source of his sharpest pain was a blinding ray of Kentucky[HTML_REMOVED]s morning sunshine slicing through the part in his bedroom curtains.
His curtains. So he was in his own apartment.
With 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.
Staying very still to avoid alerting anyone to his cognizance, Jackson opened his hand and.felt.
He didn[HTML_REMOVED]t need a clear head or his vision to know he palmed a very sweet female backside.
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[HTML_REMOVED]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[HTML_REMOVED]d spent a satisfying night doing the nasty.
Though no words came from his parched throat, the hand on her ass contracted. Yeah, so his brain wasn[HTML_REMOVED]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.
And he didn[HTML_REMOVED]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[HTML_REMOVED]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?
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.
Jackson swayed. He tried, but he couldn[HTML_REMOVED]t take it in. For a hell of a long time, he[HTML_REMOVED]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[HTML_REMOVED]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[HTML_REMOVED]t remember-"
"Talking about it?"
"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[HTML_REMOVED]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[HTML_REMOVED]t for the door frame supporting him, he[HTML_REMOVED]d be on his face on the floor, but he couldn[HTML_REMOVED]t not look at her.
Wounded, disgusted, Alani turned on her heel and stalked back to his bed. Seeing the bounce of her rounded backside gave him a whole new reason to wish his vision wasn[HTML_REMOVED]t so blurry.
"Alani." With no idea what to say, Jackson started to follow her. One jarring step was enough to warn him not to leave the dubious convenience of the bathroom.
His stomach did jumping jacks. In the nick of time he dropped back down in front of the toilet again.
This time when he finished, his stomach muscles ached but his guts felt a little quieter, as if he[HTML_REMOVED]d gotten some foul poison out of his system.
Unfortunately, Alani was now fully dressed and marching toward the front door.
Feeling like a weak, mewling pup, he stumbled behind her. "Wait."
Pausing, she looked back at him-and all over him.
It suddenly dawned on Jackson that he was completely naked, too. He held on to the wall and willed away the pulsing agony in his noggin. "Let[HTML_REMOVED]s.talk."
"So you can get sick again with.regret? No thank you."
Regret? There was more to regret beyond the fact that he couldn[HTML_REMOVED]t remember shitola?
She jerked his front door open but didn[HTML_REMOVED]t storm away. With her back to him, her voice quavering, she said, "Don[HTML_REMOVED]t worry about it, Jackson. I[HTML_REMOVED]m naive, I know, but I[HTML_REMOVED]m not dumb. I understand what happened."
"I won[HTML_REMOVED]t say a word to anyone and since this will never happen again, you can just forget all about it."
The slamming of the door almost took out his knees. Slowly, he sank down to the cool hardwood floor in his hallway. His eyes closed, but he could still see Alani naked.
He didn[HTML_REMOVED]t want to forget a damn thing. He wanted to remember.
Alani stayed busy as long as she could. She[HTML_REMOVED]d shopped, cleaned her car, had a light breakfast, seen an early matinee.but no amount of distraction had helped. Her chest still hurt with the weight of thick emotion.
Humiliation vied with regret.
Why had she believed him?
Why had she allowed herself to be so easily swayed?
What could have been the most amazing night of her life now felt like the most degrading. Not that she could blame Jackson for everything. She[HTML_REMOVED]d been so infatuated with him for so long, it had required very little from him to win her over. A few small words and.
The groan vibrated out, heartfelt, sad and angry.
She[HTML_REMOVED]d done things with Jackson that she[HTML_REMOVED]d never before considered. He[HTML_REMOVED]d encouraged her to speak her mind, to be totally open and honest about what she wanted, what she enjoyed-and he[HTML_REMOVED]d done the same. With him, she[HTML_REMOVED]d reveled in her sexuality.
And then, with the morning light, he[HTML_REMOVED]d taken one look at her and rushed off to be ill.
Her face flamed.
All along, from the very first day she[HTML_REMOVED]d met Jackson Savor, she[HTML_REMOVED]d known he was trouble. Over and over again she[HTML_REMOVED]d resisted him because an involvement with any man who worked with her brother, especially a man too much like her brother, seemed impossible.
Her cell phone rang, and she glanced at the caller ID. Speak of the devil. Her brother had already called several times, but she wasn[HTML_REMOVED]t up to speaking with him.
She waited until the ringing stopped, then checked her voice mail. Trace said, "Where are you, Alani? I[HTML_REMOVED]ve called three times now. I want to talk to you. Call me back."
She knew Trace fully expected her to do as told, but she couldn[HTML_REMOVED]t talk to him right now. If she tried to, she[HTML_REMOVED]d get emotional, maybe even weepy. God knew Trace had always been protective, but since her kidnapping more than a year ago, he[HTML_REMOVED]d been insane with caution. If he knew she was upset, he[HTML_REMOVED]d be on the warpath in minutes. She had no intention of telling him about h…
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