Blaze of Fury by Storm Savage Page A

that a man such as him never
needed to raise his voice above a whisper to strike fear into
anyone—he was just that imposing. The desire to touch him became
just as overwhelming as the urge to run. Never had a man stirred
her in so many different directions at once.
    “I’ve never done anything like this before,”
she murmured, lowering her eyes.
    “Not here,” he growled. “Follow me.” He
stalked off in the opposite direction.
    For a moment she didn’t move, unsure of what
to do. Should I follow him or turn around and run home? He
didn’t look back but kept walking along the water’s edge. She
tilted her head just a little, watching—gawking at the nice ass and
long muscular legs deliciously poured into threadbare skintight
jeans. Stiff gusts coming in off the waves tossed his hair wildly
behind him as he moved. A host of ideas whipped through her mind. What would it feel like to grab his firm waist and wrap myself
around that magnificent body? She shook her head. Get a
grip! He’s not some stud from a romance novel…this man is a stone
cold killer!
    Before he got too far away, she broke into a
jog and followed him. Her decision to involve herself with him was
dangerous but she’d come this far and now having seen him, she felt
compelled to follow through. If any man could help her, it would be
him.
    He stopped short of the tree line that led
them off the coast but he didn’t turn around. “So…you made your
decision.”
    “Yes.”
    “Come on then. I have transportation not far
away.”
    She gulped for air, never expecting to get
into a vehicle with him, let alone at night. Clutching her purse
tightly, she trotted along behind him as he picked up the pace.
They made their way through dark woods. A full July moon inched
into the night sky and could be seen above the tall redwoods. The
weather was still fairly mild on the north Pacific coast so she
hadn’t brought a jacket, only her handbag and the clothes on her
body.
    After following him for what seemed like a
good distance, she caught sight of something shiny up ahead.
Slivers of moonlight cutting through the mighty treetops glinted
off the chrome of an impressive motorcycle. So this is the
transportation , she thought with some trepidation. Then she
remembered her previous notion of wrapping her arms around his
waist. A shiver of strange excitement raced over her, as if she was
about to jump on a thrill ride without knowing where or if it would
end.
    “You’re in better shape than most,” he said
upon coming to a halt at the bike. “Most people are panting for
breath by the time we get this far. Some don’t even make it.”
    She stared up at him with furrowed brows.
“Was this a test?”
    He shrugged with open indifference. “Call it
what you want. I figure if they have the balls to keep up then they
won’t back out once the deal is made.”
    “Well you’ll have to excuse me, but I don’t
have any balls.”
    He almost smiled but quickly took it back.
His gaze swept over her—undressed her—and suddenly she felt
naked.
    “No…you certainly don’t. But you’re not
lacking.”
    She arched one brow but didn’t offer a verbal
response. She didn’t want him to know his subtle compliment sent a
flurry of flutters to her stomach. Though his physical charisma had
drawn a powerful reaction from her, she wasn’t about to let him
know that the ache between her thighs was not from running.
    Men were her enemy at the moment. Despite his
unexpected visceral magnetism, she would not allow her raging
hormones to interfere with her goal. Moreover, he was intimidating
as hell and she’d learned long ago not to trust men, especially
those with power. Once this job was done, she’d have her reward. I’ll just have to control my lust until then.
    “Get on.” His demand left no room for
argument so she slung her bag across her chest, climbed on behind
him and situated her butt on the leather seat.
    “Where are we going?”
    He didn’t reply.