Witness in the Dark (Love Under Fire #1)(53)

His brows creased in confusion. “Why is it so hard for you to believe that I want you so bad I hate myself, but I’m trying to do the right thing? Don’t you think I’d jump at the chance to be with you again?”

A nice sentiment, but he hadn’t touched her. His perfect lips were saying one thing, but his actions were saying something else entirely.

“I have nothing to offer you, Sam. I can’t make you any promises. When you’re finally safe, I’ll have to go back to my job and you’ll have to start a whole new life. I don’t want to mess that up for you.”

“I understand.”

The room was silent as she thought about what he was saying. That they had no future together.

But the truth was, she might not have a future, at all. Howe’s men could find them tonight and kill her in her sleep.

And she would die wishing she could have been with Garrett just one more time.

She didn’t want that.

She moved toward him until she found him. The bed was so big, it seemed like she was swimming through sheets forever before she touched his warm skin.

She wasted no time. She found his mouth and kissed him.

“Sam—” His breath was sweet and hot across her lips.

“I heard what you said. I promise I don’t expect anything long term. But right now, I don’t know if I’ll even get a chance to start a new life. I want you.” She paused. “Can’t we pretend things are different? Just for tonight?”

He didn’t answer. At least not with words. Instead, he pulled her against him.

And kissed her.





Chapter Forty


Oh, thank God.

Sam moved on top of Garrett, not giving him a chance to change his mind.

She needed his kisses, his touch. All she wanted was to feel like a regular person for just one night. Was that too much to ask?

She pulled off her T-shirt as he ran his fingers down her ribcage.

“Sam,” he whispered as she bent to kiss his chest. “You’re so beautiful.” He pulled her up to his lips again. “And sexy,” he added as his hand worked under the waistband of her yoga pants. He moaned happily.

She touched him back, careful of his injuries, though he didn’t seem to care as he switched their positions so he was on top.

He took his time with her, touching every curve of her skin with his fingertips and lips until she was humming with desire. She moaned impatiently, and a grin played devilishly at the corners of his mouth. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and he was enjoying it.

“Now you know what these damn yoga pants have been doing to me every time you wear them,” he teased, and nipped her ear.

“We should get rid of them, then.”

He wasted no time sliding them off, and continued his exploratory trail down to the lower part of her body. He trailed kisses on his way, after stopping at her breasts, he moved down farther.

He gripped her thigh, moving it wider so he could continue lower. When he tasted her, she moaned with pleasure. Two fingers slipped inside her, and the sensation made her cry out his name and clench her fingers in his hair.

When she was so desperate with need she was writhing on the bed, he reached for his wallet on the nightstand and took out a condom. She wondered how many he had in there.

At least a dozen, she hoped.

Watching him move above her into position was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. His muscles flexed under his skin as he hovered over her. She wound her legs around him tightly. He moved his hand down between them to match them up at the perfect spot, and thrust into her.

When he was fully seated, he rocked his hips upward, giving her a little bit more of him. She gasped with pleasure.

The countertop sex had been great, but this was even better. She didn’t know it could be like this. It was as if she’d been having sex with training wheels on for all those years with Lance, and now she was recklessly out of control, but also wonderfully free.

She moved in ways she’d never moved. She said things she’d never said before. Garrett had unleashed something in her, and now she felt it growing and burning in every cell of her body until, finally, she exploded in a shower of bliss.





Chapter Forty-One


Garrett fell back on the bed, gasping for air and thanking the person who came up with the idea of selling condoms in gas station restrooms. Being without a condom made him feel as unprepared as being out of ammo. And he knew his self-control was shaky at best. It was only a matter of time before he gave in. When it came to Sam, he couldn’t seem to help himself.

The sex at the cabin had been great. It had been lust and need and attraction. But this was…more.

Much more than he’d ever had with anyone else.

Sex was one thing, but his desire for Sam went far deeper. As she snuggled up against him, he waited for the regret or guilt to sneak in…but they didn’t come.

He didn’t regret a single second of being with her.

He kissed her hair and rubbed his hand down her bare back as he pulled her closer. He felt so comfortable. A smile quirked up when the light through the curtains glinted off his wedding band.

Fake wedding band, he reminded himself.

He knew very well he would regret this decision at some point, because it could only go badly for him. There was no other way for this to end but in pain.