“Hey, Donovan!” Garrett turned to see the batting coach signaling him over. “You planning to stand around all day, or you gonna show these folks whatcha got?”
He caught sight of Jessa, already sitting in the first row with her bare feet propped up on the rail. He couldn’t resist stretching his neck to check out her long, lean legs. He cursed as she eased out of the short-sleeved button down, leaving her in a tight top with tiny straps. He wondered how easily those straps would snap if he wrapped his hands around them and tugged.
As if she sensed him watching, her gaze locked on him. Her smile was almost apologetic. Then she laughed and waved her clipboard — her demand for him to get busy.
“Donovan!”
Garrett grabbed his bat and sighed. It was going to be a very long two weeks.
Chapter Two
Jessa had always prided herself on self-control. She’d need every ounce if she was going to survive the next couple of weeks.
There was no denying her attraction to Garrett. Her body had lit up like an amusement park the second she’d laid eyes on him. As though it recognized him as the one who could show it indescribable pleasure. Her experience with men may have been limited, but she was far from innocent. Yet, ten minutes with Garrett Donovan and she was a hot mess. The reaction surprised her, set her on edge.
She dropped her purse and keycard on the table and went straight for the shower. She stripped off her clothes, leaving them scattered across the floor. She stepped into the glass enclosure and yelped, her back arching as the cold water hit her skin. Tiny bumps erupted across her body and her nipples drew up tight. After a quick readjust, lukewarm water flowed. Just enough to take the edge off.
She hoped.
Smoothing her hands down her body, Jessa let out a soft moan as she washed away the sweat and grime of the ballpark. She’d had worse days. Even if Garrett hadn’t been so yummy to look at, his talent as an athlete was truly a sight to behold. His confidence lacked the arrogance she was used to. He moved with fluid grace, comfortable in his own skin. And when he’d stopped to sign autographs and talk to the fans, his smile was one of genuine happiness.
She’d never seen anything like it.
Her eyes drifted closed and she saw him. The way his hands stroked over his bat as he stepped into the box. The way his tongue wet his bottom lip as he twisted his foot and dug in.
Palming her breasts, Jessa thumbed the tight buds, caressing the sensitive edges. How would his hands feel against her skin? Would he be gentle? Or rough and demanding?
Her womb tightened. Moisture flooded her sex. She imagined the smooth rotation of his hips as he swung, felt it as if he rode between her thighs. Her pelvis rocked forward, her * pulsating with need as her body took over her mind.
Jesus, she’d managed to turn batting practice into a porn flick.
Breathless and aroused, Jessa rested her forehead against the cool tile. She reached between her legs, pressing her fingers flat against the swollen lips of her *, knowing there wasn’t much she could to do alleviate the tension. She’d rarely been able to get herself off with her fingers. To try would only result in further frustration and a serious hand cramp. Not the greatest time to have forgotten her vibrator, but how could she have known she’d need it?
She’d watched hours of footage of Garrett’s game play. Of course she’d noticed he was a good-looking guy, but nothing could have prepared her for the sensual assault of his silky smooth voice, his wicked grin, his … this was so not helping.
She held her breath and turned the handle all the way to cold. She jumped and giggled as the icy flow doused the heat building within her. Dancing on her toes, she stayed under as long as she could.