Playing With Fyre by Mina Carter
Copyright 2009 Lyrical Press, Inc.

  • Playing With Fyre
  • Mna Carter


    • "Look here, you can't do this. Or would you like me to add assault to the charges as well?" Rae's heart rate tripled as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, the leather of his gloves brushing her skin in a sensual caress. A small gasp escaped as her eyes darted to his.

    "I hardly think a little kiss would stand as assault, do you?" His words were a whisper against her lips before he claimed them with his. His first touch was exploratory, the second a long slow tasting of her lips and the third blew her mind.

    Warm and firm, his lips coaxed hers apart, his tongue sweeping in to taste her. She shivered at the touch as he moved closer, so close she could feel the brush of his coat against the front of her tunic.

    She lost all sense of time, heat and need hitting her in the same moment. That she was trying to throw him out a moment ago slid away as he kissed her. Shock held her immobile for a moment but then her lips moved beneath his. Within seconds she was kissing him back, her hands reaching up and her fingers spearing into his short blond hair to hold him to her. She was breathless when he lifted his head. Her lips formed a small pout of disappointment as the kiss ended.

    "Very good at what you do," he breathed, his pupils dilated and his breathing ragged. Obviously the kiss had affected him as much as it had her. "So who's this Ray Borne? Your boyfriend, lover or pimp?"

    Rae gasped as the implication of his words hit her like a sledgehammer. He was serious, he thought she was a prostitute!

    “None of those things." She gritted her teeth and pushed at the broad expanse of his chest. "Get away from me, you bloody oaf!"

    "So who is he? I'd like to have a word with him." He backed off, amusement in his eyes as he looked her up and down. "Perhaps hire your 'services'."

    "The only thing you'll be getting from me is a knee where it hurts." She marched past him and yanked the door open so hard the bell on the back rang madly, almost dancing out of its curled bracket. "Now, leave. Or I'll be calling the police."

    He grinned, a smile of amusement crossing his face. Rae just wanted to slap it off. Repeatedly. She took a deep breath, reining in temptation. She didn't need a charge of assault against her. And much as she'd like to, she knew there was no way she could charge him for assault on that kiss. Not when she’d enjoyed it so much herself. She was one sick puppy, probably needed therapy. Lots of it.

    "I thought you needed a name to call them? Tell me where Ray is and I'll give you my name." He adjusted the fit of the leather gloves on his hands and speared her with a direct look.

    "You're looking at 'him.' Raelyn Borne. I’d offer my hand, but you're just leaving Mr...?" She trailed off, her head tilted in curiosity as she waited for him to supply his name.

    "Fyre. Logan Fyre."

    She felt the blood drain out of her face. This was Fyre? Of Jensen and Fyre? It had to be. There was no way it couldn't be with her luck.

    "I'd like you to leave, Mr. Fyre. Now." She lifted her chin to look straight into his eyes. "And please don't come back. I have nothing to say to you or anyone from your company. Any further contact will result in a charge of harassment."

    His lips, surprisingly sensual in the very masculine face, quirked as he started for the door. He paused just next to her, looking down into her face, his eyes flicking over her features.

    "You could try, but be careful who and what you threaten... Because if you try to play games with me, Raelyn, you're going to need a shit-hot lawyer or you'll get burnt."

    "Haha. Fyre, burnt. Cute." She picked up the pun and made fun of it. That was her problem -- when backed into a corner she got sassy. "Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out. I don't do first aid."