Witness in the Dark (Love Under Fire #1)(40)

She sniffed as if she didn’t believe him.

He had no idea how to prove it without getting her hopes up again. He was in a no-win situation.

She shrugged. “Just forget it.” She ducked around him. “I’ve made an ass of myself enough for one day. I’m going to my room. Unless you want to send me on some useless errand to the shack in the woods?”

It almost seemed like she would welcome it so she could hide for a little while. But he was tired, and not up for following her around in the dark to make sure she was safe.

“No. I don’t need anything.” Except maybe you, under me, naked…

Damn. His body was still expectant. He needed a shower. A cold one.





Chapter Twenty-Seven


Sam didn’t respond, but went to her room and showered. She almost put on a pair of yoga pants, but something told her that wouldn’t help her case.

It was obvious she wasn’t in the same class as a man like Garrett. Hell, she probably couldn’t even see his class from her class.

But she was here. She was warm. She was willing.

She thought those were the only three requirements for a guy to have sex. Especially a guy who had no other options within a five-mile radius.

Garrett was chuckling as she walked into the living room. She decided to drop her advances. She had made her feelings clear, and he’d said no thanks.

Fine. No hard feelings. She’d go on like normal.

“Take that, asshole,” he said to the screen.

“Are you playing a video game?” She stepped up behind him to watch, noticing the clean manly smell coming from his wet hair.

“Kind of.” He laughed again.

She looked at his laptop. The screen had a red border, and at the top was a logo that read First Bank of Virginia. She squinted at the name on the screen. Lance Weaver.

Her jaw dropped. “What are you doing?”

“I hacked into his bank account and removed all his money. I’ll put it back in a day or two, but I want him to sweat it for a little while.”

“Why would you do that?” she asked. It wasn’t like Lance didn’t deserve it, but she wasn’t sure why Garrett cared.

“I don’t like him. I read the text he sent you that night. He’s a damn punk. Who does that?”

She covered her face with her hands and groaned. “You read the text?” Her voice was muffled.

“Had to. To make sure you hadn’t told anyone you’re alive, or where you are.”

“Oh.” Her embarrassment was complete. Was it not enough that this sexy man didn’t want her? But, no. Now he knew no one else wanted her, either.

“Are we okay?” he asked as he spun his chair, looking at her for the first time since she came in the room.

She nodded, but didn’t meet his eyes.

He rose and came to stand in front of her, bending down to look into her face, forcing her to make eye contact. “Sam? Are we okay? We’re going to be spending—”

She cut off whatever reasonable thing he might have said, by leaning in those few extra inches and placing her lips against his.

When he didn’t move to touch her, she backed away, ready for him to explain once again why they couldn’t go down this path. She blinked up at him.

He stared back at her.

Then he broke down. “Fuck.” He put his hands on her hips and pulled her against him. “No amount of cold water and rational thinking is going to keep this from happening, is it?”





Chapter Twenty-Eight


Garrett wasn’t gentle when he kissed Sam. She wanted to play with fire? He’d show her how hot it could get.

He’d wanted her for too long. Longer than she realized.

Every synapse in his brain was sounding an alarm that he was crossing a line. They wouldn’t be able to go back. He ignored every warning.

He’d thought of kissing her ever since the time at the restaurant. The truth was, he hadn’t needed to kiss her then, but he’d done it without thinking. Much like now, he hadn’t been able to help himself.

What was it about this woman that made him lose his mind? The worst part was, he didn’t know if he could walk away if he wanted to.

Which he didn’t.

He lifted her onto the counter so he could kiss her easier. She immediately wrapped her legs around him. Eagerly, he rocked against her. She moaned softly when he pulled back and gasped in pleasure when he pressed forward.

He increased the tempo.

She reached for his shirt and he let her pull it over his head. Her fingertips felt like ten burning points as she trailed her hands down his stomach, moving toward the button on his jeans.

If he had any intention of stopping her, now would be the time. He pulled back slightly and gazed into the green depths of her eyes. Things slowed for him. He still wanted her just as much…but he realized he wanted it to be more than just a romp in the kitchen.

It meant something.

She pulled him back, grinding against him with need, and he almost gave in.

Almost.

Instead, he picked her up, his hands coming up to support her ass.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“To your room. You’re not a countertop kind of girl.”

“Yes, I am. Please, Garrett.”

Did she realize that her eyes and the way she begged turned him to mush? He would do anything she asked when she looked at him that way.