Spring Training (5 page)

Chapter Seven

“
I want you.” Three little words, the best she could do when she was about to combust into a pile of ash on his carpet. Her body trembled, her knees threatening to buckle. If he hadn’t slipped an arm around her waist she’d be a puddle on the floor.

Garrett feasted on her breasts. He cupped them, brushed his thumbs across the sensitive peaks before rolling each bud between his fingers and she was lost. In this moment, it wasn’t wrong for them to be together. She wasn’t bad for him. Her passion not a detriment to his career, his life.

Nothing existed except his touch.

She reached for his shoulders, her nails digging through his shirt, needing more. She cried out as he pinched her nipples and sparks shot through her breasts, the sensation echoing in her clit.

He pushed his leg between hers and pressed up, raising her until she was riding his thigh. The pressure and friction against her naked flesh was too much. Her face heated, knowing the moisture weeping from her pussy would drench his slacks.

His chest rumbled. “As beautiful as your skin is, all rosy and pink, I won’t have any shame from you.” He arched his hips, the hot, rigid length of his erection pressing against her hip. “You feel how hard I am? You did that to me, Jessa.” He nibbled along her jaw line. “Don’t be embarrassed with me, baby. Never with me.”

His mouth slanted over hers, his lips moist and warm. She opened at his urging and his tongue took over — licking, tasting, taking everything she had and demanding more. More was good. More was imperative. Like breathing.

He shifted until his fingers teased up the inside of her thigh. “Open your legs, Jess. Let me see how wet you are for me.”

She choked on a breath as he found her sensitive flesh. His gentle fingers caressed her slit, spreading her arousal over her folds. A whimper tore from her throat as he touched her clit, fire igniting in her womb as he flicked the engorged bud.

“Jesus, I love that you’re bare here. That there won’t be anything between me and your sweet, sweet pussy.” He circled her opening before easing a finger deep inside.

She raised on her toes, his wicked finger teasing her before retreating again. She was burning, her vagina contracting around him. She was close. So close. Perspiration broke out on her skin as she clung to him.

“You are so beautiful. Have I ever told you that? And your taste.” Garrett leaned back, putting the finger covered in her juices into his mouth. “The sweetest honey.” His eyes drifted closed as if he was eating ambrosia. With a hungry growl, Garrett scooped her into his arms. “I need you now, Jess.”

A surge of pleasure buzzed through her. It had embarrassed her at first, but the reality of it was she loved his dirty talk, loved that he shared his desire with her. Loved that he was as crazy with need as she was.

She wrapped her arms around him and snuggled into his neck, letting his scent fill her nose. She could get drunk on him. She delighted at his shiver as she ran her tongue over the cords of his neck, snickering as he stumbled through the door. He released her legs and she slid down his body, relishing the contrast of his large body against her much smaller one. Growing up with only her father had turned Jessa into somewhat of a tomboy. She was strong, solid. But right now, she’d never felt more like a woman. Garrett made her feel … soft. Feminine. Desirable.

“You think that’s funny?”

“I like that I can affect you, because you’re sure playing havoc with me.”

“Is that right?” His laugh was dark, sensual.

He’d said no shame. He was offering her a chance to be bold, free herself to experience the pleasure promised in his gaze. Pleasure she wanted to return.

She opened the button of his slacks, slowly drawing the zipper down. “It’s my turn to taste you.” She kicked off her shoes and went to her knees in front of him. She smiled at his curse as she drew his pants down. His heavy erection sprung free, mere inches from her lips. She sucked in a breath. He was large. Larger than any man she’d been with before. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation, even as nerves attacked her stomach.

His head rolled back on his shoulders as she wrapped her hand around him, learning the feel of his rigid length. Hot, silken, flesh-covered steel as she stroked him from base to tip. A drop of moisture appeared and she couldn’t resist reaching out for it. Using the tip of her tongue, she brushed over his slit, moaning as she got her first taste of him. His tangy essence rolled over her and she wanted more. She wanted it all.

“Shit, Jess. Suck it, baby. Take me in that hot little mouth.” He nudged his swollen cock against her.

She opened, wrapping her lips around the broad crest. His thighs bunched as he tried to press forward, but she wasn’t having it. He wasn’t denying her this chance to savor him.

“Ah, Christ.” Garrett’s breath was ragged. “That’s it, Jess. Take me deeper, baby.”

He filled her, her lips stretching tight around his thick length. She arched her neck, sucking him in as far as she could. Her hand stroking in tandem as she moved.

Garrett’s hands tangled in her hair. “Just like that, Jess. That’s so good.”

His praise drove her need higher. Cream flowed from her body as she swiped her tongue over the bloated head before shoving him deep again. He nudged the back of her throat and she fought not to gag. Her eyes watered and she drew air through her nose, refusing to release him.

She swallowed.

“Fuck!” Garrett yelled out above her. He pulled on her hair, sending a delicious tingle through her scalp as he jerked himself from her.

Without warning, he picked her up and tossed her back on the bed. She couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. She arched her hips, a silent plea.

He caressed up her leg, releasing first one garter, then the next, rolling her thigh highs down and pulling them off. He reached for the garter belt; she raised her hips and he swept it from her.

He stared down at her, his gaze predatory, hungry. He growled, pressing his hands along the inside of her legs, opening her. Then, his mouth was on her. Fast, hard, like a man possessed.

She cried out, twitched, her body bursting into flames, as his tongue dove deep into her opening. “Garrett!” Pure, unadulterated need bled from her voice. His hands pushed at the back of her legs, holding her in place as she struggled to get closer.

“You taste like heaven, baby.” She twisted the covers in her fists, as he pushed a finger into her. “And so hot.” He added another finger and then another as he started a slow, smooth rhythm that stole her breath. “Perfect.”

His mouth was perfect.

He sucked her clit into his mouth. Her legs shook, the tension building in her body too much to bear. She was so close. “Garrett, please,” she whimpered.

He raised his head, his chin glistening with her juices. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“I need to come. Please, Garrett.” She didn’t care that she was begging. She didn’t care that she’d never asked a man to make her come,
begged
a man to make her come.

She couldn’t care about anything except the riot that was happening in her body. The fire Garrett had stoked, her nerve endings vibrating as if trying to escape. She was turned inside out and willing to give him whatever he wanted.

Sweat ran from her temples as he curled his fingers, stimulating that sweet, sensitive area deep within her. She gasped as he moved a finger from her pussy, trailing it back to press against the tiny hidden entrance of her ass. He held fast as she tried to squirm away. “What are you —?”

She screamed as his finger twirled around the puckered skin and she broke into a million pieces. Her muscles drew tight, pulling her back off the bed as her orgasm exploded through her. Stars appeared behind her eyes, pleasure overwhelming in its intensity.

Garrett came over her then, his clothes gone.

“You’re gorgeous when you come, baby.” He was panting as he positioned himself at her entrance. “Show me again.” He braced himself above her and arched his hips, pressing the head of his cock into her.

Her body opened for him, her flesh sensitized from her release. He stretched her; tiny sparks of pain mixed with pleasure as he started a slow rhythm.

“God, Jessa. Fuck. So tight.” He moved in shallow strokes, working his length inside her. His face was drawn, his jaw clenched tight.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, her desire for him growing with every silken stroke. He was driving her mad, taking his time, working into her inch by slow inch.

“More. Need more.” She was reduced to single syllables, her desire fogging her ability to think of anything beyond her blinding need.

“You gonna come for me again, baby?” Garrett forced his hips forward with a grunt, burying himself to the hilt.

“Yes!” She cried out as molten steel pierced her tender tissue. Her vagina gripped him, pulsated and wept as her release washed over her, leaving her breathless.

Her contractions held him tight, his groan filling the room. “God, Jessa. I need to move, baby. You okay?”

The fact that he was concerned about her warmed her heart. She laced her hands behind his neck and brought his mouth to hers. “Fuck me, Garrett. Fuck me hard,” she whispered against his lips.

His eyes flared a second before he crushed his mouth to hers. She opened, drawing his tongue, his essence into her, until her throat burned with the need to breathe.

An animalistic sound rumbled as he pulled away, his chest heaving and wet as she ran her hands over him. The air was heavy with sweat and sex as his hips pistoned against hers. His pelvis rubbed her clit with each stroke. “Come with me, baby,” he ground out.

“Can’t. Not again.” She shook her head in denial.

He pushed back to his knees, draping her legs over his hips, and continued to pound into her. “You can. Come with me,” he demanded and pressed his thumb to her clit.

Jessa flew. Not the intense tidal wave of before, but a gentle crest that melted her, scattered her particles on the wind. She soared, her body light, nonexistent. From a hundred miles away she heard Garrett’s shout as he gained his own release.

She closed her eyes and breathed deep, reveling in the feel of him over her. She could get used to this.

Garrett moved from her, rolling to his side. Jessa turned with him, content to curl up in his arms. He held her as she gained her breath, as her world turned right-side up again.

Feeling vulnerable in the aftermath, she arched her neck, searching for his gaze. His wide-eyed stare met hers and Jessa’s heart sank.

The panic was undeniable. Oh, she knew that look.

It was the look of a man who realized he’d just made a mistake.

* * *

Garrett felt raw, exposed.

Drained
.

He couldn’t form a coherent sentence right now if his life depended on it. Fuck, he’d never come so hard in his life. He may have even blacked out for a second or two.

Her moans and tiny whimpers of pleasure, her hungry pleas, drove him wild. She’d tied him in knots, twisted his guts until he couldn’t breathe but for her. Until she’d been all that mattered.

Something happened as he’d buried himself inside her. Something he didn’t have a name for. Something he didn’t want to think about.

It scared the shit out of him.

He cradled Jessa, held her close to his chest as he recovered from the power of his release. She stretched her neck and he met her sleepy gaze. He was in awe of her. She was gorgeous like this. Her tousled hair fell over her shoulder. Her neck and throat showed the signs of his stubble. Her kiss-swollen lips were too much of a temptation.

He leaned in, but she turned away. Not what he’d expected after the mind-blowing sex they’d shared.

“Jess, you okay, baby?”

The smile she offered didn’t reassure him.

“That was fun, thanks.”

Fun?

“Jessa —”

“I need to go.” She sat up and threw her legs over the side of the bed.

Garrett caught her around the waist and brought her back against his chest. “Don’t.”

Jessa laughed and wiggled out of his arms. She moved from the bed, her skin still slick from their passion.

“Stay. Shower with me.”

“I have to get back to my room.” She looked pointedly at his latex covered cock. An expression resembling relief swept over her features before she replaced it with a grin. “You really had me out of it, because I have no idea when you had time to do that. I’m glad you did, thank you. At least one of us kept their head.”

“That’s debatable,” he mumbled, wary of her tone. “You aren’t protected?” If she knew how close he’d been to forgetting, she wouldn’t look so grateful.

“I’m on the pill, but … you know.”

Garrett rolled off the bed, removed the condom and tossed it into the wastebasket. “If that’s another dig about my supposed whorish ways, you can save it. It’s not my style.” She skirted around him as he reached for her again. “In fact, you’re the first woman I’ve had sex with in a long time.”

She arched a brow. “Not many men would admit to something like that. How long?” she asked, collecting her hose, garters and shoes.

He didn’t want to have this conversation right now. He wanted to pull her back to bed and feel her warmth against him. He wanted to sink back into her heat and lose himself in her. “I’ve got nothing to be ashamed about. I’ve been busy, and quick one-nighters don’t do it for me anymore.” Meaning he’d have more than one night with her. “And it’s been over a year.”

“A year, really?” There was a subtle tremor in her voice. “That’s a long time.”

He pulled on a pair of shorts and followed her to the living room. She shimmied into her dress and he watched as she reached up to fasten the hook behind her head. Her nipples hardened under his gaze, poking through the delicate fabric. “What about you?”

She laughed. “Longer than that.”

“So, we’re both safe then.” He watched her with a wary eye. He didn’t know what was in her mind, but he figured he wasn’t going to like it.

She took a deep breath and faced him. “It doesn’t matter. We can’t do this again.”

Anger tore through him at her words. “Bullshit.”

She gave him an irritated look. “Be reasonable about this. We shared an incredible experience, but that’s all. You have to focus on your game. Spring training, remember? We have jobs to do, and we can’t afford to be distracted. Plus, my dad would freak if he found out. You don’t need that kind of hassle.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. You can’t throw that shit at me now.”

Her back stiffened. “Please, I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know.”

Garrett gripped the back of his neck, confused as hell. “I’m not sure what’s going on, but you don’t have to go. We can figure this out, Jessa … stay.”

Sadness flickered in her expression before her features went blank. “I can’t. You know I can’t. We had an itch, and we scratched it. Let’s not make a big deal about it.” She pressed a quick kiss to his lips before she hurried toward the door. “Good night, Garrett.”

He watched as the door closed behind her.

An itch? A fucking itch?

Frozen in place, he replayed the last few minutes. She’d been right there with him the whole time. The pleasure between them a living, breathing entity in the room. And now she was running off? Minutes after they’d both come?

What the hell?

Maybe she was right. They both knew the limitations, yet they’d broken the rules because the pull between them was too strong.

He wandered through his suite, avoiding the bedroom. If he had to see the rumpled sheets, smell the sweet scent of their arousal, he’d end up going after her. Dragging her back and fucking her until she was too tired to walk away from him again.

Shit. She was in him now. Her taste in his mouth, her scent on his skin. He was nowhere near done with her.

Not even close.