Savor the Danger
Page 9

He caught her wrist and tugged her toward him. “Kiss me, and I’ll take the aspirin.”
She wanted to so badly. “Only a kiss?” she asked doubtfully.
“For now.”
She hesitated. He didn’t.
Taking her lack of denial as agreement, he drew her closer saying, “C’mon now, you can at least give me that.”
“I…” Was it even possible to resist him? She didn’t think so. “All right.”
She’d barely gotten the words out before his mouth covered hers in a kiss that was soft, hot.
Deep.
Before she knew it, he had her on her back on the sofa. He still held her wrist as he settled between her legs, pinning her down with his big body. He turned his head for a more complete fit, his tongue moving past her teeth, teasing hers.
Alani quickly lost the fight, already wanting him, needing him—and he freed her mouth.
Balanced over her, he dragged in a breath. “I’m coming on too strong.”
“Yes.” But she actually liked it.
He sawed his teeth together. “Just so you know, honey. You can trust me. No means no to me. If you say it—”
“I will.”
Panting, he pushed up on stiffened arms and said, “Give me the damn aspirin.” But he didn’t wait for her. He took them from her hand, tossed them back and reached for the drink. After downing half the glass, he plunked it back to the coffee table and stared at her. “We going for round two?”
“Round two?”
He gave one sharp nod. “You want me to eat, you gotta kiss me again.”
Forget bargains. His obvious need made everything else unimportant. Already reaching for him, she said, “Okay.”
His eyes blazed. He lowered himself to her.
And a knock sounded on her front door.
Alani went stiff with apprehension.
Jackson cursed under his breath.
The knock sounded again, more urgent this time, and then she heard the unmistakable sound of a key in the lock.
Ohmigod. That had to be her brother; no one else had a key to her place. She shoved frantically at Jackson’s shoulders. “Jackson, move!”
On a ragged groan, he started to do just that—and the door opened.
They both swiveled their heads.
Not only her brother stood there, but Dare, too. Both men froze.
Alani’s heart shot into her throat. She was trying to think of what to say, how to ease the awkwardness, when Jackson sat up and pulled her into his side.
As if awkward situations didn’t faze him at all, he said, “I’d shoot you both for rotten timing, but I guess we had to do this sooner or later.”
His face drawn from his surprise, his eyes narrowed and his demeanor mean, Trace slammed the door. “Yeah,” he said, and he started forward. “Let’s do this now.”
JACKSON WAS MORE than a little amazed when, before he could even decide if he wanted to face off with Trace or not, Alani jumped up to stand in front of him. She spread her slim arms wide and braced her feet apart. “Knock it off, Trace. Right now.”
Furious, Trace drew up short. “I knew you were fibbing when you told me you were at the movies.”
“Sorry about that.” Alani squirmed in guilt. “I just… I needed some time.”
“So I see.”
Brows climbing high, Dare leaned around Trace to see Jackson. “She’s protecting you?”
Suffering his own surprise, Jackson settled back into the couch. “Guess so.”
With his first good look at Jackson, Dare recoiled. “Jesus, man. You look like—”
“Shit. I know.” He caught Alani’s waist and plunked her down…right into his lap. Her backbone went stiff, probably from shock at his daring.
To her brother, he said, “Get a grip, Trace. We need to talk.”
Held back by Alani’s displeasure and probably his own sense of fair play, Trace locked his jaw. “It hardly needs explanation.”
“’Fraid it does.”
Stiffening even more, Alani gasped and jerked around to face him. “Don’t you dare.”
Her appalled tone quadrupled Dare and Trace’s curiosity. Trace asked, “Don’t dare do what?”
Jackson didn’t want to embarrass her, so it was with a lot of regret that he said reasonably, “They have to know, honey.”
“Jackson…” she warned.
“One of you better spit it out,” Dare said. “My imagination is in hyperdrive.”
“I think someone drugged me.”
Dare and Trace pulled back. “Well, hell,” Dare said. “Didn’t see that one coming.”
Alani tried to leave him, but Jackson held on, and short of causing a scene, she couldn’t.
Trace, never one to miss a thing, glared.
Dare sat on the edge of the chair, patience personified. “All right, let’s hear it.”
Alani struggled anew, and that prodded Trace’s anger. In a deadly whisper, he ordered, “Let her go.”
His deadly whispers didn’t faze Jackson. “Not happening.”
Trace started forward.
And just that quick, Alani stopped fighting him and instead went back to defending him. “Stop right there, Trace! I mean it.”
Trace pulled up short, his left eye twitching.
No sense in dragging this out and making it worse, Jackson decided. “I woke up this morning with—”
“Jackson!”