Playing With Fire. Carrie Alexander
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“Tell me what you want,” Daniel whispered
He took Lara’s hand. “I think you want it all.”
“You’re so wrong. All is exactly what I don’t want. Unless you mean—” she nodded toward the house “—in the bedroom.”
“Okay,” he said. “What’s your idea of a hot sexual fantasy affair?”
Lara dropped her gaze. “I already told you. I’m a…games woman.”
“And your favorite game?”
Her body brushed against his. He could feel the tight beads of her nipples through her dress and it was making him wild. Soon he was going to turn into a ravening beast and take her for pure, raw, animal sex.
“That would be tag, Daniel. Winner takes all.” She quickly tapped him on the arm. “You’re it!” She flew into the house, shutting off lights as she ran.
He rubbed his hands in anticipation. Winner take all? Suited him. He’d never been bested yet.
Dear Reader,
Picture this: A desperately excited woman runs through the forest. A dark, savage man chases her. Is the danger real? Or is it just a game?
There are some books an author can’t give up on. Playing with Fire was mine. Several years have passed since the opening chase-through-the-forest scene came vividly to life for me. I still remember holding my breath while I wrote it—very quickly. Unfortunately those pages seemed destined to languish in my filing cabinet, labeled “too hot for category.”
Until Blaze.
Brava Blaze! I’m thrilled to join its roster of daring authors. And to the readers who demanded more of our provocative stories—thank you!
All my best,
Carrie Alexander
P.S. Please look for my other books, as well, wherever they might pop up—Temptation, Duets, Superromance,. And I love to hear from you. You can write to me in care of Harlequin or by e-mail at [email protected].
P.P.S. Don’t forget to check out the special Blaze Web site at www.tryblaze.com.
Playing with Fire
Carrie Alexander
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Prologue
SAVAGE WAS hunting her.
Lara sensed his presence in every cell of her body—from the prickling hairs at her nape to the heat zinging through her bloodstream to the nervousness of her dancing feet. She panted shallowly, trying to calm herself. To quell the urge to flee. If she lost her head and ran without reason, it would be as easy as child’s play for him to swoop down and snap her up.
This was anything but child’s play.
Holding her breath, she crouched in the parchment leaves to listen for him. Was he near?
She heard only the normal sounds of the forest—minute raspings and tickings and scattershot scurries of tiny claws. The wind sighed, passing overhead with a scraping of bare branches and the whispered brush of evergreen boughs.
Several orangy-gold leaves drifted to the ground. Her alert gaze followed their meandering path. A woodpecker’s rat-a-tat-tat sounded in the distance, echoing the beat of her racing heart.
She bowed her head, allowing herself to slowly exhale like a leaking balloon even as she remained on edge, every sense deliciously heightened. Her instincts had never been sharper; her reactions were hair-trigger.
A pheasant flapped through the undergrowth right beside her and she reflexively jerked forward into a ready position as if under the starter’s pistol. Her pulse escalated. A frisson of fear rippled across her skin. Savage must be near! And yet there was no sign of him….
Waiting for him to pounce was unbearable. At a sudden loud cracking sound in the forest behind her, Lara sprang forward. Knowing her flight was both precipitous and foolhardy, she raced through the stand of mixed hardwoods, dodging broad trunks and saplings alike, leaping fallen logs, her loose hair streaming behind her like a lick of golden sun-fire.
“Aye-yi-yi-yi-eee!”
The barbaric howl was bloodcurdling. Lara skidded to a stop, moccasins kicking up a flurry of dry autumn leaves. Slowly she turned toward the hunter’s call.
Savage was there, silhouetted on the crest. His legs were set firmly apart, his arms hanging relaxed at his sides even though he had to be as wired as she, consumed by the thrill of the hunt as he searched the forest floor for the sight of her.
Lara licked her lips, eyes feverishly skimming the woods to plot an escape route before being drawn relentlessly back to the man who was determined to claim her as his own. Even knowing that he would soon spot her, would descend upon her—conquering, powerful male to the core—she could not move. Her skin crawled with a tingling heat.
Savage’s chin lifted. His nostrils flared.
She swallowed thickly. He could smell her.
Ohhh. Her knees weakened, as if a swoon was imminent. It was only a matter of time before—
Stop. She gritted her teeth. Slammed shut her eyes, fighting the yearning to succumb to his strong pull, his treacherous and insidious spell. From the start, something in the man had spoken to her. And she to him. Even now, hunter and hunted, they were…they were…
They were one.
She knew the instant he saw her. Her lids flew open. Her heart gave a leap. Of apprehension…and excitement.
He did not move. Instead, he watched her, his fingers slowly curling inward, the muscles of his thighs clenched in preparation.
He cocked his head. Through the slanting rays of the low sun she could see the predatory glint in his eyes. “Lara,” he called, voice low and smooth as he dragged her name out until it merged with the sighing wind. “La-a-a-raaah…”
For a moment she was frozen. Mesmerized.
Only when he started down the hill to complete her capture did she shudder back to life with a shrill yelp. She shot off through the woods again.
The forest blurred into a tapestry of golds and grays and greens. She was as fleet as a doe, her legs flying, the hem of her red print skirt bunched in either hand, bare thighs and knee-high moccasins flashing with each scissored stride. She had little trouble placing Savage now. He was crashing through the woods behind her, no longer tracking her in silent stealth. And he was gaining—rapidly.
She had the advantage of knowing the terrain better than he. Disappearing over the top of a ridge, she slid on her heels down the steep slope opposite. Taking a few precious seconds, she camouflaged her obvious trail with leaves, scooping up crisp handfuls