Free Eternal Flame by Cynthia Eden Page B

She had so many scrapes and bruises on her body. Hell, forget the bath, she’d even settle for a shower.
    Maybe even a shower
with
Zane. Because one last wild ride, before her freedom was ripped away, oh, that was tempting.
    She bet the man would look phenomenal wet, those muscles glistening …
    “Do I want you to send out a retrieval team?”
    His words had her heart racing and the gaze she’d accidentally dropped to his chest flew back up to his face. She couldn’t help it, Jana shook her head once.
No
. Better the demon you knew, right?
    And if she knew those assholes after her, they’d trail any retrieval team. Zane would never make it back to Night Watch. Neither would she.
    The handcuffs were keeping them together and, though Zane didn’t realize it, those cuffs were the only thing that had kept him alive so far.
    His eyes tightened just a bit at the corners. “No, I’ll bring her in. We’ll be there within the hour.”
    Then the call was over. He hung up the phone with a soft click of sound.
    “You want to tell me why that cop was after you?” He stepped closer to her, his body brushing against hers.
    “You’re in over your head,” was what she told him. “Haven’t you realized, things aren’t what they seem?”
    “Things are never what they seem.” He let the glamour vanish from his eyes so that she could see him as he really was. All that darkness. The back of his left hand brushed her cheek. “Did you really start those fires in New Orleans? Did you kill those two humans?”
    Ah, the humans. Humans equaled innocents, right? She stood on her tiptoes and let her mouth come close to his. She wanted his lips. Wanted his tongue.
    So she’d take them.
    Jana pressed her mouth against his. Her tongue snaked inside the crease of his lips, pushed inside to slide against his.
    A rumble built in his throat. And then his hands were on her, the cuffs pulling her hand back as he curled his fingers around her waist. His hips rocked against her, and the long, hard heat of his arousal was more than obvious.
    Take the pleasure. Enjoy the rush. Deal with the hell that comes later
.
    Oh, so tempting.
    She opened her mouth wider, loving the thrust of his tongue. Wishing his cock was driving into her sex the same way.
    His mouth hardened on hers as the need burned between them. Her legs shifted restlessly against him as the lust pumped through her. Her panties were getting wet. He wasn’t the man she should want. He wasn’t safe. But …
    He was strong. Sexy.
    And she’d touched his wild side once.
    Zane’s mouth tore from hers, and Jana could have howled in frustration. “Did you do it?” The words were so deep that she almost couldn’t understand him.
    Jana swiped her tongue over her lips and tasted him.
    Zane’s cheeks were flushed. “Did
you do it?”
    Then she realized what he was asking. The building in New Orleans. The humans. The fire. She smiled at him and, still on her toes, she came in close and licked his upper lip.
    His body tensed. Rock hard.
    The two of them together-it would have been a fantastic ride. Her lashes lifted, and she gazed up into his eyes. “Yes, I burned them.” She let her smile widen. “I burned that pit to the ground, and I didn’t care that they were inside.” She’d actually made certain they
were
inside.
    Sometimes, she was a stickler for details like that.
    Because she knew Zane was going to turn her in, she went for broke. She whispered the secret she’d kept. “I could hear them screaming. The fire killed them, not the smoke.” They hadn’t died easily.
    Pain for pain. The bastards had deserved to suffer. But would Zane believe her if she told him that? No one had ever believed her before.
    Not her mother.
    Not the doctors.
    Not her lovers.
    Why should he be any different? Hell, his job was to take her down. He’d read her bio. Seen everything she’d done.
    Maybe that’s why she wanted him. He knew everything. Knew the hell she’d brought, and he still