Heartless Rebel by Lynn Raye Harris Read Free Book Online

feet. Resolutely, she focused on his face as she
stood again. She would not look down, would not look at that part of him she
was suddenly dying to see.
                 “Seeing
down your shirt just now didn’t help,” he added. “In case you were wondering.”
                 “You’re
not in any shape to flirt with me,” she said firmly, “so you really should
stop.”
                 “Can’t
help it.”
                 Nor
could she help it when her gaze dropped, in spite of her resolution not to
look. Cara’s breath caught, held, until she felt dizzy from the lack of oxygen.
He was beautiful. And he was definitely aroused.
                 “Like
what you see?”
                 “It
doesn’t matter,” she said. “You’re in no shape to do anything about it, as
you’ve already noted.”
                 “I’m
not.” He lifted an eyebrow in challenge. “But you are.”
                 Cara’s
ears burned. Not because he shocked her, but because a part of her wanted to do
it. She wanted him at her mercy, wanted to tame and control and possess. All
she had to do was drop to her knees, take him in her mouth and—
                 “Forget
it. I’m not some kind of good-time girl, Jack Wolfe. We’re here because you
couldn’t leave well enough alone, not because I can’t resist your charm.”
                 “Too
bad.”
                 “Come
on,” she said as she slipped an arm around his waist—sweet heaven, his bare waist. “Let’s get you into the
bath. The warm water will help.”
                 Somehow
she got him into the bathroom and into the tub, though she got soaked in the
process. He stretched out his legs—they were still bent since the tub was
shorter than he was—and groaned.
                 “God
this hurts.”
                 Her
heart squeezed in sympathy. “I’m sorry, Jack.”
                 “Don’t
worry. You can make it up to me later.”
                 Later.
As if she would still be here. Cara shook her head. No, she wasn’t staying. She
wasn’t succumbing to the need to be near this man.
                 Need? Was it already that bad?
                 No.
Because she’d let herself be fooled once—at least for a short time—by her
feelings for James, and she knew better now. She didn’t need a man. She liked
men, enjoyed good sex, but she didn’t need a man. And definitely not this man.
                 “You
never quit, do you?” she said, grabbing a towel so she could go into the
bedroom and remove her wet clothes.
                 “Sweetheart,
if I were dead I’d still want to have sex with you.”
                 “Charming.”
But her pulse was pounding, fluttering.
                 “I’ll
be in the other room. Yell if you need me.”
                 Cara
changed out of her wet clothes and hung them on a chair to dry. Then she
wrapped the towel around her body and climbed onto the bed, scooting back
against the pillows as she turned on the television. But instead of finding
anything she wanted to watch, her gaze kept straying to Jack’s cell phone on
the bedside table.
                 It
was early evening in Louisiana …
                 “Jack?”
                 “Yes?”
                 She
picked up the phone and went to the bathroom door. “Can I make a call to the
States on your phone? I’ll pay you.”
                 He
didn’t even look at her. His head was tilted back, his eyes closed. He lifted
two fingers where they rested on the edge of the tub. “Go ahead.”
                 “Thanks.”
She turned away, then stopped. “Do you need anything?”
                 “Nothing
you’re willing to provide,” he said on a long drawl.