Trust by Design (Colorado Trust 2)

Under normal circumstances, he never would’ve connected her with Jack. But with the business card in her briefcase and the events of last night, her motives for wandering around his house and snooping in his bedroom took on a more ominous nature.

Was she a back-up in case Ty couldn’t get the information Brady wanted, or was she a complete replacement?

And how far was she willing to go to get it?

The answer seemed a bit obvious, considering she was standing a mere ten feet from his bed in a dress designed to make a man think of sex. Even with his suspicions about her intentions, the desire she’d awakened with last night’s kiss surged to life.

If she was scheming with Brady, it didn’t bode well for her. Hell, it wouldn’t bode well for either one once Dean finished with them.

Didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy himself in the process. He stepped forward with a grim smile.

Chapter 5

Movement in the corner of her eye jerked Gina’s gaze up from the notebook in her hands. Oh, God. Her fingers clenched on the tablet as the guy from Club 9 strode into the room. She was never supposed to see him again. Never.

Her heart raced so fast she lost the ability to breathe.

In the next instant, he pulled her into his arms and smothered her shocked gasp with his warm, firm lips. The pad of paper in her hands tumbled to the ground as he drew her closer and slipped his tongue inside her mouth to stroke against hers. Confusion, alarm, and extreme physical awareness swirled in a maelstrom of paralyzing emotion.

Sensations began to register, burning along her nerve endings, bringing her entire body alive as he continued the sensual onslaught.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, a very smart voice said, Stop.

She brought her hands up to push against his shoulders, only her fingers took an extra moment to appreciate the muscled strength beneath the material of his T-shirt.

A low moan reached her ears. It could’ve been hers, because at some point she’d begun kissing him back. Next thing she knew, he’d backed her the few remaining steps to the bed. The edge of the mattress hit the back of her knees as he lowered her without once breaking contact with her lips.

Alarm bells rang in her head as his weight pressed her down. She stiffened when his hand skimmed down along the slit in her dress and grasped behind her knee to pull her leg up alongside his hip. His large, warm palm slid down, caressing the bare skin of her exposed thigh.

She opened her eyes to put a stop to the madness at the same time he lifted his head. Brown eyes smiled down at her, pupils dilated enough to make them appear almost black.

“After last night, we should probably introduce ourselves before this goes any further. I’m Dean.”

His hand rested under her skirt, his fingertips mere inches away from her black satin underwear. Mortification swept every other emotion aside, and she dragged her hands down from his shoulders to push against his chest.

“Get off. Let me up.”

Confusion entered his expression, and when he didn’t immediately move, panic escalated. She was alone with this man, pinned beneath him, on his bed!

Gina reached down and shoved his hand away from her leg. “I said, let me go.”

His gaze narrowed. “You’ve picked a fine time to play hard to get.”

“I’m not playing. Let me up before I scream.” If she could get enough air into her tight lungs. “You’ll have a heck of a time explaining this to your girlfriend.”

“My what?” He rolled off her and pushed to his feet.

She scrambled for the opposite side until they faced off with the bed between them. When his gaze dropped below her chin, she quickly looked down and adjusted the neckline of her dress so the material still covered everything it needed to.

“Your girlfriend,” she repeated as they both raised their gazes. “The redhead downstairs.”

“Liz is my assistant, not my girlfriend. And she went home, oh, about forty-five minutes ago.”

Meaning she was completely alone with him. She cast a swift glance toward the door to see if she could make a run for it. Not likely. He was closer, his legs were longer, and she wore heels, damn it.

“How about you explain to me exactly what’s going on here.”