Page 47 of Carnal Risk

“You feel so good inside me,” she told him.

“Not nearly as good as you feel around me.” He lifted his gaze to meet hers, and his chest filled with emotion. Jesus Christ almighty, I could make love to this woman all day and it would never be enough.

Garrett kissed her, sucking her bottom lip, and softly nipping it. As she moaned and raised her hips to meet his, he thrust upward, brushing his pelvis against her clit. His fingers wrapped around her wrists, and he pinned her arms to either side of her head. As she exposed her neck to him, his lips moved to her collarbone.

“Garrett, I’m…yes, yes, yes,” she mumbled as he took her.

Writhing underneath his muscular torso, she screamed his name. Her pussy pulsated around his cock as she came hard. Plunging into her, he lost control as she fisted his shaft. The waves of his release claimed him, and he pressed his lips to hers, passionately kissing her. Slowly breaking contact, he opened his eyes and caught her wanton gaze. Selby blinked and gave a small laugh.

“Something funny, Miss Reynolds?”

“I never get these kinds of wake up calls when I travel on business,” she teased.

“I certainly hope not.”

“I could do this with you every morning,” she said. As if she realized what she’d implied, she averted her gaze.

“So could I, sweetheart.” Her eyes darted to his and the reticence lingered before he continued.

“How are you feeling this morning?”

“How do I feel?” She smiled. “I feel great.”

“Do you want to sleep a little more?”

“Hmm…maybe.”

Garrett knew she needed more rest, and he probably did too, but more than that, he needed space. It was far too soon to commit to her, but in his heart, it was exactly what he desired. For the first time in his life, he could picture himself making love with this one woman every morning. The thought terrified and thrilled him all at once. He needed time to think about what was happening between them. Instead of broaching the topic, he pressed his lips to hers a final time and lifted himself off her. Quickly disposing of the condom, he swung his legs over the bed and retrieved a clean pair of pajama pants.

“I’m going to make us something to eat.”

“Okay.” She yawned and snuggled into the covers.

Without saying more about it and digging a deeper hole, he dressed and shoved onto his feet. Garrett tucked the sheets over her naked body and smiled as she curled onto her side, drifting back into her slumber. As he closed the door behind him, Garrett considered how she could have been killed. He texted Dean, and hoped for an immediate response. They needed to figure out how the hell they were going to keep her safe.

Chapter Eighteen

Garrett began cooking brunch, which he’d describe as pretty much anything he could find in the kitchen. Ever since he’d left the bedroom, he’d been thinking about how incredible it had been making love with Selby. Although Garrett had been with other women, no one had ever made him feel the way she did. From her strong will to her playful sexuality to the way she challenged him, he was drawn to her. As she let him inside and he gained her trust, the bonds of intimacy strengthened between them.

Over the years, most women he’d dated had been after his wealth. Not only had Selby appeared less than impressed with his money, she’d even threatened to quit, and he’d known she’d meant it. It infuriated him that she’d been attacked, and he had a sick feeling that it was tied to Evan. Given Emerson’s strict security, he couldn’t understand what they could have been looking for or why someone would think either Evan or Selby had taken it from the office. No one was allowed to so much as bring a cell phone into or out of the building, let alone any other kind of electronic device. She hadn’t been given access to Evan’s laptop, and any confidential information would have to have been accessed via internal servers. All saving capabilities on laptops and PCs had been disabled, so downloading to an external drive was impossible.

Bacon grease popped from the pan, breaking his train of thought, and Garrett jumped back to avoid being burnt.

“What are you doing?” Lars asked, rounding the corner from the hallway.

“What does it look like? I’m making breakfast. Well, brunch really.” He grabbed a towel and wiped his hands.

“Where’s Laura?” Lars sat down on one of the bar stools, his voice laced with surprise.

“I gave her the day off. I’ve got this.” Garrett went to the coffee machine and held up an empty mug. “Want some?”

“Okay.” Lars wore a look of confusion as he watched his friend pour him a cup and slide it to him across the counter. “What is going on with you?”

“Nothing. Just making food.” He went to the refrigerator and opened it. After several minutes of searching, he retrieved a dozen eggs. When Garrett turned, he caught Lars’ baffled expression.

“What? I’m cooking.”

“Yeah, I see. But here’s the thing, G. You never cook. Like ever. What the hell is going on?” Lars took a sip of his coffee and set it down. He scanned the room, noticing that Selby was missing. “Where is she?”