He should go up there. Barge into her room and remind her how he could make her scream. His dick sprang to life at the memory of the sweet sounds she made.
She’d been shy at first, unsure of herself as a woman. Until he’d shown her how much she turned him on, how much he wanted her.
He imagined knocking on her door. She’d open it, her mouth partially open with surprise. He wouldn’t give her time to think. Thinking is what got them into this mess to begin with.
No thinking. He’d take her right there, right inside the door. He’d make her come before moving her to the couch, bending her over the edge, slamming into her from behind where he’d make them both come.
Fuck.
He gripped the edge of the bar, both hands turning white with effort. What was the matter with him? He’d never acted like this before. Focus. That was his game. And he was good at it. When he was on the field, nothing else existed. So why couldn’t he get one tiny woman out of his head?
He needed another drink. He reached, hesitating a moment over the bottle of scotch on the counter. Tempting, but he’d rather have a slight headache than feel like he’d been run over by a truck. He’d stick with the beer.
Moving to the couch, he picked up the remote and turned on the TV. He moved through the channels as if on autopilot, not really caring what he landed on. He propped his legs on the table and rubbed his thighs.
Damn, he was sore. Sitting still was probably the last thing he should to do right now.
And he was still hard.
His phone rang and he cursed when he saw the number. He contemplated not answering. Yeah, after the little fantasy train he’d been ridin’, that wasn’t going to happen.
He drew in a deep breath, not wanting to snap at her again. “Hey, Jess.”
“Garrett.” Her voice was soft in his ear. “I need your help. Could you come up here, please?”
Garrett drained the second beer as she waited for his answer. He didn’t trust himself to be around her. Not in this mood, and not with the wood he was currently sporting. He swiped a hand across his mouth. “I’m not fit for company tonight, Jess. Can’t it wait?”
“No, Garrett, it can’t. It’ll only take a second.”
That voice, so demanding and sexy. It was impossible to resist. Just because he was grouchy, didn’t mean she should have to put up with it. He had self-control, damn it. “I’ll be right there.”
The stairs offered him the means to stretch his already stiffening muscles, as well as allowing him time to get a handle on his libido. It wouldn’t do either of them any good to have him show up with an erection. He reviewed hand signals as he went, counted the steps, anything to get his mind off how Jessa felt when she was under him.
By the time he reached her room, he’d cooled enough to not embarrass himself.
Jessa opened the door and Garrett sucked air through his teeth. Her hair was piled on top of her head, exposing the long line of her neck. He ached to touch the escaping tendrils that framed her face.
Her black silk robe showed off her long legs. One flick of his wrist and that flimsy belt would fall open. Damn. Whatever she needed, she better be quick about it or he’d be hard pressed to keep his hands to himself.
A shy smile spread her lips. “Thanks for coming.”
He shrugged in an attempt to act nonchalant as he moved past her into the suite. The scent of vanilla hung in the air. The soft light from the candles basked the room in a sultry glow. His erection surged back, in full, painful force.
“What’s all this?” Warm fingers entwined with his and he turned to face her. “Jess?”
“Come with me.” The low timbre of her voice lulled him, drew him in. She was his fantasy come true.