Two weeks. He licked his lips and grinned at the thought. He knew the dangers of messing with her. If he was smart, he’d leave her the hell alone. Maybe he would have, if she hadn’t come alive in his arms tonight. If she hadn’t returned his kiss with fiery passion, if she hadn’t begged him to touch her as she cushioned his hips with her own.
Nope, he wasn’t smart at all. Dumb as a fuckin’ post, in fact, because he knew there was no way he could leave her alone. His cock twitched. He grimaced as his fingers touched the sticky fluid on his stomach.
Fuck.
Seems he was gonna get that cold shower after all.
Chapter Four
Jessa nursed her hot tea while she waited for Garrett to join her in the limo. She was filled with nervous energy, not knowing what to expect this morning. She’d spent half the night aroused and the other half worried about where things stood between them. They’d hardly been intimate, but they’d done enough to cause problems with their working relationship if they weren’t careful.
A kiss. God, one kiss and she’d been lost. She’d never begged anyone to touch her, but last night with Garrett, it was the only thing she could do. He’d stolen her need for anything but his next touch. The things she’d said, the things she’d done …
And now she had to face him.
Good lord.
She palmed her flaming cheeks, feeling like a silly teenager with her first crush.
They had to talk about what happened, because it couldn’t happen again. Her dad would freak the hell out. She wouldn’t risk Garrett’s job that way, no matter how badly she wanted him.
And speak of the devil. Garrett jerked opened the door and she suppressed a laugh as he all but fell inside. He tossed a canvas bag on the floor, several baseballs falling out and rolling around her feet. He passed her a heated glance and slid onto the seat next to her.
“Nice digs,” he grumbled. “Though I’d much rather have a regular old car. I hear they rent those nowadays.”
“Let me guess.” She scooted to the side, his grumpy mood setting her further on edge. “Not a morning person?”
He turned his head toward her, his eyes narrowing. “I didn’t sleep well. Stayed up signing baseballs. Then … well, let’s just say it was a restless night. Normally, I’d forgo caffeine during training, but I’d kill for a cup of coffee right about now.” He eyed her travel mug for a second before reaching over, snatching it from her and taking a drink. Tiny droplets spewed from his lips, misting over the floor and seat across from them. “Ah, damn! What the hell is this shit?” His face scrunched up as he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.
“It’s green tea. Very good for you.”
Garrett gave her mug a dirty look before passing it back. “I don’t care how good it is for me, that shit is nasty.”
“Big baby,” she teased, and produced a large cup of coffee she’d gotten from the hotel. “I thought you might need this.”
His face lit up and stole her breath. He slid close, taking the cup out of her hands. His eyes gleamed and he held the cup as if she’d given him something precious and fragile. “There is a God, and she’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He took a drink and sighed. “Thank you, darlin’.” His head fell back and he closed his eyes.
“You’re welcome, sweetie pie.” She did her best to mimic his accent.
He cracked one eye open. “Cheeky.”
Jessa studied him, wishing she knew him well enough to understand his moods. His eyes were closed, his face relaxed. She studied the contours of his face, the stubble on his cheeks and chin giving him a rugged look. He raised the cup to his mouth and she watched, fascinated, as his lips pursed to blow over the hot brew. His tongue darted out to lick the edge of the lid before he sipped, all the while keeping his eyes shut and his head tilted back. God, only Garrett could make drinking coffee sexy.
“You know, it’s impolite to stare.” His lips curled up, but otherwise he remained still. “But, I’ll tell you what.” He moved then, setting his coffee aside and patting his lap. “Climb on up and stare all you want.”