What Are You Afraid Of? (The Agency #2)(62)

Her fingers tightened in his hair, her breath coming in soft pants.

She felt like velvet beneath his tongue, her soft moans music to his ears.

A beautiful symphony.

“Griff, I want to feel you inside me,” she rasped.

He allowed himself one last, lingering taste before he was reaching out to grab his jeans. With fingers that weren’t quite steady he pulled out his wallet and located the condom.

A minute later he had it rolled on and was moving up to brace himself over the top of her. Gazing down, he studied her with a need he didn’t entirely understand.

Lust, he knew all about.

But this. This was so much more.

“Let me in, Carmen,” he growled.

A smile curved her lips. The smile of a siren.

She reached down to circle his arousal with her fingers, positioning him at the entrance to her body.

“I’ m not stopping you,” she told him.

“I don’t mean your body.”

Holding her gaze, he slowly pressed himself deep inside her. There was a shocked moment as they both adjusted to the shattering bliss. She was hot and wet and tight around his erection. They groaned in unison.

Like a rising crescendo in their glorious symphony.

Holding her gaze, he started to move. Slowly at first, then gaining speed as her legs wrapped around his waist and her fingers tangled in his hair.

“Griff,” she muttered, her breath coming in small pants.

He leaned down, kissing her with a maddened sense of urgency.

“Let me in,” he demanded.

*

Carmen woke to find herself tightly wrapped in Griff’s arms. He’d made love to her twice more before he’d added wood to the fire and found a blanket to wrap over them. Then, they’d fallen into an exhausted slumber.

A perfect, glorious night.

One that Carmen didn’t regret for a minute.

His gentle caresses. The slow, delicious kisses. The feel of his hard body covering her as he thrust deep inside her.

But even as she savored the memory of their sizzling passion, a part of her shied away from the words he continued to whisper in her ear.

Let me in.

She knew what he was asking. And she knew the danger if she gave in to his demands. She’d accepted that she could trust him with her life. And even her body.

But her heart?

That was something she didn’t allow anyone to touch.

Which was why she wiggled out of his arms and headed toward the shower as soon as she woke. She wasn’t in the mood for any postmortems.

Thankfully, her panicked flight clearly warned Griff not to press the issue. After his own shower they shared a breakfast of frozen waffles. Not the finest meal, but at least she had plenty of hot, black coffee.

Once they were done eating, Carmen shuffled through her grandfather’s desk until she found the number for the local auto shop.

The owner answered on the seventh ring. In this area a small business didn’t have secretaries. Or answering machines. On the other hand, the owner easily remembered being called to haul a stuck vehicle out of the road.

Five minutes later she ended the call and turned to meet Griff ’s curious gaze. He was standing near the window, his lean face bathed in the pale, winter sunlight. Her stomach clenched, raw desire blasting through her.

Obviously, one night in his arms wasn’t enough.

Not nearly enough.

“Well?” he demanded, thankfully unaware that she was imagining the pleasure of urging him out of his sweater and jeans so she could run her fingers over his naked body.

She gave a shake of her head, forcing herself to concentrate on her recent conversation with the mechanic.

“You were right,” she told him.

She half expected a smug reaction. Instead, he merely nodded. Griffin Archer was a man who was used to being right.

“Someone called to be pulled out?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you get a name?”

“John Smith.” She held up her hand. “And, before you ask, he paid in cash.”

Griff ’s jaw tightened with frustration. “Of course he did. What about a description?”

She grimaced. “Average height and weight. Nothing that made him stand out.”

“Hair color?”

“He was wearing a hat.”

Griff took a step toward her. “Did he at least get his license number?”

She shrugged. “No, but he did say that he was driving a white Ford Focus.”

Griff made a sound of disgust. “What do you want to bet it was a rental?”

Carmen heaved a sigh. “Another dead end.”

He drummed his fingers on the side of his leg, his expression distracted as he tried to consider the best way to track down the intruder.

“I’ll run a search through the car rental agencies in Louisville,” he said. “We might get a lucky hit.”

“The mechanic said he came out the day before Thanksgiving,” she told him. “He remembered because he had to pull out two other cars who were in the area for a funeral.”

“So it happened before you received the photos.”

Her brow furrowed. “Do you think that’s important?”

Before he could answer there was the buzzing sound of a phone on vibrate.

“Hold on,” he murmured, pulling his cell out of his pocket. He glanced toward the screen, his lifted brows indicating surprise. He turned to walk into the kitchen, his phone pressed to his ear.