Free Caught With Casanova by Seraphina Donavan

CHAPTER ONE
     
     
    Gavin McBray eyed the woman sleeping peacefully in his bed, rocked by just how right it felt to have her there. The adrenaline rush of nearly being killed, followed by the perfection of finally making Liberty Jones his, had left him restless and unsettled.
    Standing before the French doors that led to the balcony outside his bedroom, he used his phone to briefly scan the major news outlets. What he saw was less than reassuring. He was a trending topic and so was his mysterious redhead. Libby wasn’t safe out there.
    She sighed in her sleep and rolled over onto her stomach, the covers slipping down to reveal the supple skin of her gorgeous behind, the deep indention of her waist and the swell of one hip.
    He wanted her again, desperately. His body ached with the need for her, but they had other things they needed to focus on first. Stepping back into the room, he placed his phone on the dresser and strode toward the bed. Sitting down next to her, he tugged the covers back Sleeping in wasn’t a luxury they could afford, no matter how appealing it was.
    She stirred as he lifted the covers, her eyes blinking at him in confusion.
    Libby, he thought, was obviously not one of those people who would wake instantly. For her it would be a process. He could live with that. Imagining long, lingering mornings in bed where he would wake her slowly and make love to her at a leisurely pace, far different from their desperate passion of the previous night, he decided that would work for him just fine. “Good morning, sunshine,” he teased. “Time for breakfast.”
    She glared at him. “Why are you so chipper?”
    “Maybe because I spent the night exploring the delights of your body and because as soon as we can get the difficult parts of today behind us, I plan to do so again” he promised.
    “Well, in that case, I’m awake now. Why don’t you come back to bed?”
    “Because , first we have to go watch endless hours of security footage, and for that, you’re going to need caffeine.” Tugging the blankets away from her completely, he smiled at the sight of her wearing only one of his shirts. A midnight raid of the kitchen had prompted her to ask for clothing as he’d torn her only blouse. Recalling it made his mouth water. He wanted her naked again, immediately. It also brought to mind other issues. She had nothing to wear. “We need to get you something to wear. I’ll make some calls.”
     
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    Libby watched him walk away. He wore only a pair of white pants, undone at the waist and cuffed at the bottom. A walking, talking ad for some posh cologne, she thought. With his hair still damp from the shower and his bare chest, he looked like he belonged on the glossy pages of Vogue, or considering their present location, maybe Vanity Fair.
    Feeling acutely uncomfortable, she managed to pull herself to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. She was never at her best in the mornings, but on a morning after truly amazing sex, with a man she hardly knew, whose annual earnings surpassed the budgets of most states, well, she was definitely not in Kansas anymore. Still, she didn’t feel uncomfortable with him, only with who he was to the world at large. 
    Liberty was on her feet by the time he returned, retrieving the horribly wrinkled skirt. Her stockings were a lost cause and her shoes were at the bottom of an elevator shaft. Recalling that, the events of the last twenty-four hours came crashing down on her and she immediately sank back onto the bed, her knees shaking and her fingers trembling so that the skirt once again, fell to the floor. 
    As if he’d sensed her distress, Gavin appeared before her, kneeling so that they were nearly eye to eye. “What’s wrong?”
    “I just realized where my shoes are,” she said shakily. “Gavin, we almost died!”
    “But we didn’t. I’ll keep you safe, Liberty. Trust me on that.”
    She did, she realized. Trusting him with her life was the easy part, but