Thrown by a Curve (14 page)

FIFTEEN

“I’LL TAKE THAT AS A YES.”

Tight with tension, Garrett breathed a sigh of relief, then took her mouth in a kiss he felt like he’d been waiting months for.

Her lips were sweet and moist and he sank into the kiss, sliding his tongue between her lips to taste her.

She tasted like wine and chocolate—sweet and sexy, just like he knew she’d be. His cock sprang to life, hardening as he pulled Alicia across him, folding her into his arms to deepen the kiss.

Her body was perfect against his. He’d been dying to touch her, to run his hands over her hips and legs. She’d changed from her jeans into a pair of cotton shorts, and her thighs were buttery smooth as he caressed her. Garrett wondered if her chest was as tight as his, if she found it as hard to breathe as he did.

He never went crazy over a woman. He liked them, and he loved having sex with them. Fortunately, there were always plenty of women around, and he was lucky enough not to have to work hard to get one into his bed. That was mostly due to the allure of his career and his success, and he knew it. But Alicia was something different, and she had been since the first day he’d noticed her in the pack of therapists all claiming to know what was best for him. Despite the ugly uniforms, he’d picked her out, liked her smart mouth, and being with her the past few weeks had only increased his desire for her.

And now that he had her in his arms and she was winding her hands in his hair, moaning as he rubbed his lips against hers? Yeah, that was the jackpot.

That she was torn about doing this with him only ratcheted up his desire for her. It was wrong that her internal battle fed his hunger, and he knew it, but there wasn’t a goddamn thing he could do about it. He wanted her, and she’d said yes. Unless she changed her mind, he was going to touch and kiss and lick every inch of her tonight, because short of his goal to return to the pitcher’s mound, she’d been all he’d been thinking about.

She shifted, and her scent wound around him. Whatever it was she showered or shampooed with drove him crazy, and whenever they worked together he found some way to breathe deeper. She sifted her fingers through his hair, letting her nails massage his scalp as she leaned into the kiss, her breasts rubbing against his chest.

Her touch was a magic balm to his sore shoulder, and every ache seemed to melt away when she laid her hands on him. He knew the difference between a medicinal touch and one meant for sex, and when Alicia touched him now, there was a tenderness that had nothing to do with therapy.

Or maybe she’d always had that magic touch, and he’d been so wrapped up in his own head he’d never noticed. All he knew was he shared some kind of connection with her. Maybe that was basic chemistry. He didn’t want to define it. He just went with it, and what he knew was he liked her hands on him, in whatever way she touched him.

He pulled away, loving the way her eyes had changed. She was always so . . . in control. Now, her eyes were half lidded, drowsy from passion, and her lips were plump from kissing. Her hair was messy, and desire was written all over her face. She had no control now, and he liked her that way.

If someone could bottle that look and sell it on the open market, they would make billions, because nothing could rev a guy up faster than a woman who looked at a guy the way Alicia looked at him now. She made his balls tighten, and he wanted to throw her down on the sofa and bury his cock deep inside her until she screamed his name.

“Change your mind yet?” he asked, rimming her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.

She shook her head. “No.”

“Good. Because we’re all in now, so if you want to stop, now would be the time to tell me.”

She let out a soft sigh. “Don’t stop.”

He drew the strap of her tank top off her shoulder, then the other, leaving them at her elbows. There was something about a half-dressed woman he found so sexy. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. She shuddered.

“Cold?” he murmured against the soft column of her throat.

“No. Just keep doing that.”

“This?” he asked, flicking her earlobe with his tongue.

“I’m pretty sure I’m going to like anything you do with your mouth.”

He growled out a laugh. “I hope so, because my mouth is going to be all over your body tonight.”

She held tight to his shirt, clinging to him like she was afraid she was going to fall. He liked that he could drive her crazy.

And they hadn’t even started yet. But they were about to. He kissed his way across her shoulder, taking a little nip out of her skin, feeling the goose bumps pop up there. He was unable to resist a smile. Her body was so responsive; he couldn’t wait to get to all the good parts.

He drew her tank top down. Her breasts were contained in a very hot black and pink satin bra that made his cock tighten. A matching checkered bow sat in the center of the bra.

He lifted his gaze to hers. “My guess is the panties match.”

She looked down at him and graced him with a wicked half smile and a nod.

“Let’s take a look.” He dropped to his knees and grabbed her shorts, then pulled them off, sitting on his heels to admire the view.

“Wow.”

“Stop it,” she said.

“Alicia. You’re beautiful.”

Especially when she got those two bright spots of color on her cheeks, adding to the overall effect of her slender body, small breasts, and beautiful long legs. Her dark hair, a little mussed, spilled over her shoulders, one curl teasing her right breast. He spread her legs and nudged between them, easing closer so he could play with that curl, teasing the swells of her breasts with it, watching them rise and fall with her heaving breaths. And when he bent to kiss the mounds, she let out a short gasp.

He lifted his head, studied her. She was breathing rapidly. “How long has it been for you?”

She took her bottom lip between her teeth, obviously deciding whether or not she wanted to tell him.

“About a year.”

He arched a brow. “That’s a long time.”

“I’ve been busy.”

He laid the heel of his hand against her pussy. Her mouth opened, and she moaned. “You should never be too busy to have sex.”

“I didn’t say I haven’t had an orgasm.”

He rubbed his thumb over her clit, soaking in her soft moan. “Giving them to yourself isn’t the same as having someone do it for you.”

“Don’t I know it.”

“I’ll take care of you tonight, Alicia. I’ll give you as many as you can stand.”

*   *   *

OH, GOD. GARRETT WAS GOING TO KILL HER, AND SHE
was going to be dead before she could ever come. The way he talked to her in that low, sexy voice, making promises about giving her orgasms . . . She could die on the spot. Or just climax from his voice alone.

She pushed aside all reservations, that annoying voice in her head that told her they should be concentrating on Garrett’s recovery, that she was being unprofessional. She’d likely suffer a major guilt crisis—tomorrow.

Tonight, she was going to have him, though right now he was having her, drawing circles over her sex with his fingers. And he hadn’t even taken her panties off yet. Her body pulsed and she lifted her hips, arching toward the center of that pleasure.

All he had to do was keep rubbing her, and she’d come. It would be so easy. She was pent up and ready. After all, she’d been thinking about him, fantasizing about him, aching for him. It wouldn’t take much to send her right over the edge. Her body was an inferno, a tight knot of pent-up nerve endings just waiting to burst. A few caresses from his magic fingers and she’d get there.

Instead, he moved his hands over her hips, her belly, the intensity only getting worse as he rested his fingers on her rib cage, his gaze roaming over her body as if he’d never been with a woman before, when she knew damn well that wasn’t the case. But she had to admit, she liked the way he looked at her. It caused her breasts to swell and her sex to coil with need.

And when he rolled his hands over her breasts, she bowed back, offering them to his questing hands.

With one deft move, he released the clasp at the front of her bra and pulled the cups aside, baring her.

“So pretty,” he said, leaning forward to take one bud between his lips.

Watching her nipple disappear in his mouth was torture, the sensation arcing like hot lightning between her legs. She tingled all over, and she never did that.

Then again, she never did a lot of things, like fantasize about a man, invade his privacy by watching him get off, or jeopardize a patient’s recovery by getting personally involved. And she’d done—was doing—all of those things. It was like she was in some other woman’s body, a body she’d lost all control over.

And she’d given over control to Garrett, who masterfully pulled on her nipple, eliciting gasps she had no hope to hold back.

He let her nipple slide out of his mouth and lifted his gaze to hers, giving her the kind of wicked bad-boy smile that made her quiver in anticipation. And when he buried his head between her breasts and began a slow trek down her body with his tongue, she knew whatever he was offering, she wouldn’t want to miss a moment of it, no matter the consequences.

“You smell so good, Alicia,” he said, murmuring against her stomach as he snaked his tongue out to tease her navel.

She sighed, watching as he eased toward the top of her panties and pressed a kiss to her hip bone.

“I like your mouth there.”

He lifted his head. “You’re going to like my mouth a little lower in a minute.”

“How about now?”

His lips curved. “Impatient?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I want to make you scream.”

She was about to . . . from frustration. Anticipation built, making her stomach knot. His breath wafted warm over her belly, and when he pressed a kiss to the top of her sex, she nearly bolted off the couch. She was wet, throbbing, and embarrassingly close to an orgasm, and he hadn’t even put his mouth on her yet. This slow seduction was making her lose her mind.

But he had all the control here. She didn’t want to be rude and demand he lick her pussy, but damn, it had been a really long time. And now that she had decided to do this with him, she wanted it right now. She didn’t need finesse and slow seduction, she needed a goddamn orgasm.

So when he peeled her panties down her legs, she released a sigh. And when he cupped her butt and swept his hand over her thighs, she bit her bottom lip, hoping he wouldn’t laugh when she came so quickly. Because she knew she would. She was already tingling, could already sense that he was going to be so—

“Oh, Garrett. Yes.” He put his mouth on her, his tongue hot and delicious as he found her clit. She fought the trembling, but the sensations were overwhelming. And damn if he didn’t have the most expert lips and tongue she’d ever felt, all warm and wet, knowing exactly where her hot buttons were. He didn’t poke or jab, just lazily sailed along, swirling around her sex like he had all day, just the way she liked it.

She lifted, feeding her pussy to him, and when he slid two fingers inside her, she could already imagine what it was going to be like when he fucked her. Her imagination had gone there before, and when he began to move his fingers and sucked on her clit, she flew, her orgasm slamming into her with all the force she’d expected—and then some.

“Oh, I’m coming,” she cried, bucking against his face with unabashed pleasure.

Garrett replied with a hum against her pussy and buried his fingers inside her as she rode out the wild pulses, licking her through the most intense orgasm she’d had in a very long time. He held her, his mouth firmly clamped to her sex, while she rocked against the pulsing waves that seemed never ending. When it was over, she felt light-headed, spent, yet still wanted more.

He took her down easy, kissing her hip bone and belly as he moved up her body, bringing her back by lingering at her breasts, using his thumbs to tweak her nipples, which fired her body to life all over again.

This had just been an appetizer. She was ready for the main course.

She was ready for Garrett.

SIXTEEN

FEELING ALICIA’S HEART POUND NEXT TO HIS CHEEK
was sweet satisfaction for Garrett.

She’d been so responsive, her body like a live wire as she’d bucked against his mouth when she came. He’d loved listening to her, tasting her, feeling her body shudder against him. But they were just getting started, and he intended to rev up her heart rate all night long.

He stood, then grabbed her hand and pulled her off the sofa.

“Let’s finish this in the bedroom.”

Before she could say anything, he scooped her up into his arms.

“I can walk, you know.”

He grinned at her as he carried her down the hall. “And ruin my chance of playing your knight in shining armor?”

“I’m more worried about your shoulder.”

He gave her a look. “If I can’t carry someone as lightweight as you, I might as well retire.”

“Okay, fine. I’m not hurting your shoulder. But this is a little . . . provincial.”

He kicked the partially ajar door open and deposited her on the bed. “You’re ruining my moment, Alicia. You’re not big on romantic gestures, are you?”

She sat up on the bed, and he had to admit he liked seeing her naked. She had a beautiful body. And those long legs that he couldn’t wait to feel wrapped around him.

Just the thought of being buried inside her had his cock straining against his sweats.

She graced him with a soft curving of her lips. “Sorry. It was very romantic. You should get naked now.”

He let out a laugh. He had to give her credit for being practical and to the point. She didn’t need to be swept off her feet or wined and dined. She wanted sex. So did he. That made this whole thing a lot easier.

And damn, was she ever a sexual creature. Going down on her gave him a lot of pleasure. She was responsive and hot, and she tasted so good that as soon as she came he wanted to take out his cock and plunge inside her.

But there were some things a guy really did need to finesse, and the first time with a woman was one of those things. So whether she liked it or not, she was going to get the best he had to offer.

Starting with him getting naked. He yanked off his shirt, then shoved his pants to the floor. Her eyes gleamed and she smiled appreciatively.

He climbed onto the bed.

“I have a confession to make,” she said.

He swept her hair behind her ear. “Yeah? What’s that?”

“I saw you last night. On the beach. When you were jacking off.”

His lips curved. He liked the idea of her watching him. “You did?”

“Yes.”

“What did you think?”

Her breath came out in a soft pant. “What did I think? It turned me on.”

He pushed her back on the bed and laid his hand on her stomach. Her skin was so soft; he wanted to touch her all over. He snaked his fingers upward, teasing the tight points of her nipples. “Yeah? Did you do anything about it when you watched me?”

“Yes. I slid my hands in my panties and touched myself.”

His cock twitched at the visual of her watching him, being so excited by what she saw that she had to dip her hands inside her panties to touch herself. “Did you get off?”

Her breathing deepened. “Yes.”

“Show me.”

She gave him an off-kilter smile. “Well, I’m not wearing panties right now.”

He gave one of her nipples a teasing pinch. “Smart-ass. Show me how you touch yourself. You got to watch, but I didn’t. Though I have a confession of my own to make.”

Her lips parted, her breaths coming faster as she slid her hand between her legs. His balls tightened as he watched her spread her pussy lips to tease her sex. “What kind of confession?”

“The afternoon you locked yourself in your room and got yourself off? I was at the door listening.”

She gasped but not in outrage. She lifted her hips and swept her fingers over her clit. “You listened? I tried to be quiet.”

“Not quiet enough. I walked by and could hear you breathing. Not just regular breathing or I’m-having-an-asthma-attack breathing, but I’m-sexing-myself-up breathing.” He covered her hand with his. “Trust me, babe, I have radar that tells me when a woman is on the verge of orgasm.”

She sighed. “Good to know. And did you enjoy yourself?”

She was wet, and he coated his fingers with her, sliding them over her plump lips. “I got hard thinking about what you were doing in there. Listening but not being able to see you drove me crazy. I had to use my imagination.”

When he slid his fingers inside her, she let out a whimper. He pressed his cock against her hip and rocked against her, the need to be inside her nearly breaking him.

“And what did you do after?”

“Later that night, I went into my room and jacked off.”

She lifted her hand and wrapped it around his aching dick. “Another missed opportunity.”

He pushed her hand away, using his thumb to circle her clit. Alicia raised her hips and he knew he could make her come. But this time, he wanted to be inside her when she did.

“I think it’s time we do each other instead of ourselves,” she said. “I want your cock inside me.”

He couldn’t agree more.

“I like the way you think, Alicia.” He rolled over and kissed her, diving into her mouth like he was starving for a taste of her. She met his kiss with a fervor that drove him between her legs, the tip of his cock hovering near the entrance to her pussy.

It would be so easy to plunge inside her right now. But he jerked away and reached into his nightstand for a condom.

Alicia licked her lips, her body quaking with anticipation as she watched Garrett roll the condom on. He laid one hand on top of hers, wound their fingers together, and inched inside her.

“I like the way you talk to me,” he said, his voice low and dark, coiling around her belly and making her tighten with need. “I like that you’re honest with me, that you tell me what you want, what you think about, what you need.”

“What I need? This.”

He buried himself deep then stopped, his cock pulsing.

“You’re what I need, too, Alicia. Everything I’ve needed ever since I met you.” He swept her hair away from her face. “You feel good surrounding me.”

She clenched around his cock, his words causing her belly to tumble.

She expected him to give it to her hard and quick. She’d come in a hurry, she knew it. Instead, he eased out then inched back in again, a slow, deliberate torment that made her feel all of him, every sensation, as if they were making love in slow motion.

Taking it leisurely like this destroyed her. A fast, furious fuck would have been emotionless. Like this, his gaze riveted to hers, was so intimate, took so much from her. More than she was willing to give. She closed her eyes and just felt, letting each stroke carry her to a place where nothing mattered but the incredible sensations threatening to drive her to the brink and over.

“Alicia. Look at me.”

She couldn’t. It was just too damn good, and she was already in over her head. She hadn’t expected this. Not with Garrett, and not so soon.

But when his lips brushed hers and he took her mouth in a kiss that was so deep her toes curled, she wrapped her legs around him and squeezed his hand.

“Open your eyes,” he whispered against her lips. “Do this with me.”

She sighed, then lifted her lids.

His eyes compelled her. So clear, so filled with desire and a hunger that matched hers. She shouldn’t be a coward, but he asked for so much. And when he pulled back and thrust again, ever so slowly, she let out a shaken gasp, sure he was going to own her in ways she’d never let anyone possess her before.

This slow, intimate lovemaking tore her apart. She wanted fun and sexy and raunchy, not this tenderness, this ease with which he slipped through her defenses and made her want to scream his name and burst into tears.

He leaned down to lick her nipples, taking long, slow sips while moving with deliberate intent inside her, shredding her with every thrust, taking her closer and closer to the climax she knew was going to be monumental.

“Garrett.”

His name fell as a whisper from her lips. He kissed along the column of her throat, eliciting goose bumps along the way to her mouth. He kissed her again, still holding her hand, and when he rolled against her, levering his hips so she’d get the right amount of friction, she tightened.

“That’s it,” he said, the desperation in his voice inflaming her need. “Let go, Alicia.”

She panted, raised her hips, and matched his movements, daring him to fuck her harder, to make this less personal. But still, he ground against her, giving her bone melting sensations that were meant to make her explode.

She held back, until he brushed his lips across hers and she met his gaze again.

“Trust me,” he said. “You aren’t in this alone.”

He knew. He felt it, too.

She let go.

He watched her come, and she let him. She knew she gave him so much in this orgasm, revealed so much, but she wasn’t able to stop herself from letting Garrett have this level of intimacy. And when he began to thrust hard, plunging in and out of her in rapid succession, he gave her everything in return, meeting her gaze with fierce abandon as he rolled through his own climax. She gripped his hand and held tight to him as he shuddered. She had never felt so connected to anyone before.

He finally collapsed and buried his face in her neck, but even then he continued to kiss her throat, and never once let go of her hand.

As she came down, one thought continued to spin through her head.

What just happened?

She was wasted, thoroughly spent, and surprised as hell that it had been so emotionally intimate.

Sex was always physical and fun, but she had an emotional connection to Garrett that shocked her. And when he rolled over, he pulled her against him. She felt the strong beat of his heart.

He hadn’t yet said anything, and she wasn’t about to. Not about this.

She was also lying on his injured shoulder.

She lifted her head then pushed away to sit up. “Am I hurting you?”

“My shoulder’s fine, Alicia.” He grabbed her and drew her close. “Lay your head on me and stop fussing over me.”

She was being overly concerned, she knew. She knew his capabilities and his limitations. Lying on his shoulder wouldn’t hurt him. Maybe she was searching for distance, especially after that—she had no idea what the hell had just happened between them. Certainly whatever it was had been something she’d imagined. It had been awesome sex, that much was certain. But it hadn’t been epic or anything.

Except that it had been epic. And monumental.

And that’s all it had been. Just really great sex. He hadn’t rocked her world or anything.

Other than like an earthquake.

This was ridiculous. She needed to get her mind off sex with Garrett and back to reality, which meant the first thing she had to do was get out of bed. Cuddling up naked next to him let her mind wander into dangerous places, like imagining him as some kind of sex god. Which he certainly wasn’t. He was just an average—okay, make that above average—lover.

She sat up and slid to the edge of the bed.

“Where are you going?”

She could barely meet his gaze, but she was no coward. Might as well face the situation, so she looked over at him, trying to keep her expression light and easy. “Back to my room.”

He arched a brow. “Why?”

“To sleep.”

Now he grinned. “Do I smell?”

She laughed. “No.”

“Was the sex bad?”

“Oh, God, no. It was really . . . wow, it was amazing sex, Garrett.”

Now he smiled, stood, and came over to her side of the bed. He pushed her back on the bed then climbed in after her. “I thought it was pretty fucking good, too.”

He pulled the covers over both of them, then tucked her in against his side.

Alicia stared out at the moonlight and took a deep breath.

“But I really should sleep in my own bed, Garrett.”

“Why?”

She opened her mouth then closed it.

Hell if she could come up with a good enough answer for him.

“I give up. I don’t have any idea.”

“Good.” He tugged her against him. “Because if you sleep with me, I can do this.” He rocked against her, his cock hardening again. A rush of desire flooded her body, her nipples tightened and her pussy quaked. When he cupped her breast and slid his cock between her legs, she arched back to rub her butt against him.

“Now that’s going to give me ideas.”

She laughed. “You already had ideas.”

“True.” He rubbed his thumb over her nipple, making her gasp as pleasure bloomed.

He licked her earlobe, then her neck. “I want to fuck you this way. Open for me, Alicia.”

Already eager to feel his cock inside her again, she lifted her leg while he put another condom on. He was back in a hurry, this time sliding inside her with one thrust.

Their coupling was passionate and furious as she ground against him while he pistoned his cock deep, fucking her with fast, hard strokes that made her crave an orgasm. When she reached between her legs to rub her clit, Garrett slowed down his thrusts.

“Make yourself come. Let me feel your pussy squeeze the come right out of me.”

She loved the low, dark tone of his voice. It spurred on her movements and brought her ever closer to the climax she was seeking. And when Garrett pulled her onto her knees, she went willingly. She dropped her chest and head to the mattress, and raised her butt in the air, letting him drive his cock deep into her, needing him inside her as far as he could go.

She swept her hand over her clit while he pounded her with his cock. He gripped her hips with his fingers, the pain and pleasure combined sending her spiraling over the edge.

“Garrett, I’m coming,” she cried, her pussy squeezing his cock like a vise as she felt the rush of her orgasm.

“I’m going to come in you, Alicia,” he said, his fingers digging into her as he slammed his cock deep, then shuddered against her. He wrapped his arm around her, and they both fell to the mattress as they rode out their orgasms.

Alicia caught her breath as Garrett rolled them over, then got them a washcloth and towel to clean up.