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Where was the demon? Was he alive? No bodies had been found in the Corvette, but that didn’t mean Zane was still breathing. Not with an Ignitor out there. If she’d been letting her fire free, the poor bastard could’ve been engulfed by the flames.
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Zane awoke to find himself surrounded. A soft, silken body cradled him. A sweet, feminine scent flooded his nostrils. When he opened his eyes, he found himself staring at Jana’s sleeping face.
What the hell?
Her eyes were closed, and her lashes cast dark shadows on her cheeks. Her skin looked even paler today, and he noticed a small, dark mole near the corner of her left eye. Her hair spread on the old pillow behind her, a tangled darkness.
Carefully, slowly, he eased up. Her body was wrapped around his, not under it. One of her arms was around him, while one of his held her waist. Her leg was between his, and her head tilted close to his.
And her shirt was open, revealing black lace and the upper curves of her round breasts. A line of red scratches marred her smooth skin.
He sucked in a sharp breath and wondered what was going on. Had he done that? Had he hurt?—
“Are you with me?” she asked, her voice a husky whisper.
Hell, yeah. He cleared his throat. How had they gotten in bed? Just what had they done? Her jeans were still on, so were his, so no sex.
That was a good thing, right? His temples ached like a bitch, and he swallowed, tasting copper on his tongue.
Jana’s lashes lifted, nice and slow, revealing her sexy eyes. Sleepy and dark blue. “Do you even know who I am?”
He licked dry lips. “Trust me, baby, you’re pretty unforgettable.”
Her gaze searched his. “Then what’s my name?”
He let his brows rise as he studied her. “You mean the name you seem to be using again this time? It’s Jana. Jana Carter.”
She exhaled.
“Now, Jana, why don’t you tell me just what happened.” And why we’re in bed together. Sure, he’d thought about fucking her, but then he’d found out about her little tendency to burn on contact.
“What do you remember?”
“A big rig slamming into us.” My car. Someone would pay. “Some assholes shooting…” He frowned, struggling to recall and shove past the thick fog in his mind. “I got hit.”
“You were hit twice.” She eased her arm away from him and tried to slide her leg from between his thighs.
A bright, hard, painful memory flashed through his mind.
“Ah, remember that, do you?” She stilled, and her lips quirked just a bit. Not enough to make her dimple flash.
Images flew through his mind. Jana—her mouth red and open. Pinned against the wall. Her arms over her head. Her breath panting out.
Her shirt open, gaping. His hand on her. Tight nipples. Pebble hard. He’d want to taste her.
Fire. Surrounding him.
Jana…on the bed.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” The memory of her words filled his mind.
He jumped from the bed, moving fast, only to have her yell as she tumbled after him.
The cuffs.
He froze, staring at her wrist. Still bound. He took a breath and tasted her. “What did I do?”
