The material was soft with age, a subtle male spice lingering in the fibers. She wanted to cover her nose and breathe it in. It felt strange wearing his shirt. Possessive. Not something she should feel about Garrett.
At least it fell to her knees, covering any part of her that may entice him.
“Jesus, you look sexy as fuck in my shirt, princess.”
Or not.
“The suite,” she prompted.
“I roomed with Tyler all through college. Why would I want to put myself through that mess again?”
She narrowed her eyes at his back as he, yet again, left her to follow him as he moved from the room. “What aren’t you telling me?”
He snorted as he sat on the couch, stretching his legs out in front of him and folding his hands over his stomach. “Still think I’m the spoiled athlete who needs a babysitter, Jessa? Apparently, you have your players mixed up. I got this suite because I like peace and quiet. I like my privacy. Two things that are impossible to achieve when Tyler is around. I need to focus on my game and not worry about walking in on him having sex in my living room.”
“So, instead of focusing on your game, you’re the one having sex in the living room. With me.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“It’s all right. I get it.”
“You get what, Jess?” He sat forward, irritation etched on his face. “You asked me a question and I answered it. Don’t make it something it’s not. You aren’t distracting me from anything.” He put a hand up to stop her from speaking. “I can see it all over your face, so don’t deny it.”
“How can I not feel like I’m a distraction, Garrett?” Her own irritation with the situation boiled to the surface. “You said yourself you didn’t plan to hook up and you need to focus. Well, guess what? You hooked up and you’re not focusing. Both because of me.”
“I’m not focusing?” His tone was filled with disbelief. “Last I checked, princess, my game is solid. I had one lousy batting practice. Won’t be my last. Stop making excuses. Do you want to be here with me or not?”
How in the hell was she supposed to answer that? They were in a no-win situation. A no-win for him. All she risked was her dad’s wrath, which would pass over time. Garrett was risking his job and his reputation. “It’s not fair to you.”
He ran his fingers through his hair, letting his head linger in his hands a moment before looking at her again. “What happened?”
“What?”
“Between the incredible sex we had and right now. What happened? Because I’m lost.”
“Of course I want to be with you, otherwise I wouldn’t be here. But I didn’t consider the consequences. And if we get caught, there will be consequences, Garrett. I’m not worth all the trouble this could cause you.”
For the first time in her life, Jessa wished she was someone else. An average woman with an average father. It seemed no matter what she did, who she was always came back to bite her on the ass.
“Bullshit. I don’t want to hear talk like that from you. You’re worth fifty of me, all day and twice on Sunday. If we get caught, and that’s a big if, I’ll deal with the consequences.”
“You make it sound so easy.”
“I won’t lie to you, Jess. I’ve considered the ramifications of this thing between us, and none of them are good.”
“And you don’t care about that?”
“Of course I do. Christ, Jessa, the last thing I need is to piss off your dad.”
“Exactly. We need to quit while we’re ahead. Back to business.”
Garrett nodded, his gaze focused on the table in front of him. His voice was soft when he finally spoke. “We still have a few days.”
Was he insane? Didn’t he realize he was prolonging the inevitable? “But —”
“No. No, buts. I like you, Jessa. I like spending time with you and I really like having sex with you. I assume you feel the same, so why deny ourselves the pleasure of each other’s company for a few more days?”
“Have you not been listening?”