“Breathe, Jess. And open your eyes!”
At the demand in Garrett’s voice, Jessa’s eyes snapped open as they hovered for a split second before plummeting down the other side. She screamed as the ground raced to meet them. Water splashed over her, its chill shocking, refreshing.
She laughed with genuine glee, her heart racing in her chest as the ride came to an end.
Garrett was there to help her out and she threw herself at him, her breasts crushed into his chest as she hugged his neck. “That … that was … exhilarating!” He spun her around and tiny droplets of water flew from the ends of her hair. She didn’t even care that she was wet. Her body shook as adrenaline pumped through her. She felt amazing.
Alive.
The same way she felt whenever Garrett touched her.
Her feet touched the ground as he released her. He backed away and scowled.
“What’s the matter?”
His eyes were glued to her chest. She looked down, gasped and plucked at the thin, pink shirt that clung to her breasts. Her bra did nothing to hide her nipples, currently poking through the material.
“Shit!” She looked around to see if anyone else noticed her predicament. There were several others around her who were soaked, but she had drawn several male stares.
She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Garrett when a thought occurred. “Why aren’t you wet?”
A guilty grin split his face. “I ducked.”
“Oh! You!” She moved for him again, but he grabbed her wrists and held them tight against his chest.
“We have bigger problems right now, princess. Add it to my list of things you get to pay me back for.” He laced their hands and merged them into the flow of foot traffic.
“Where are we going?” She stumbled, trying to keep up as he pulled her along.
“We’re going to buy you a new shirt.”
“I’ll admit that’s probably a good idea, but do you have to pull my shoulder out of its socket in the process?” She jerked on his hand to make her point.
He turned on her, eyes blazing. “I’m not real fond of sharing what’s mine, Jessa. And right now, anyone who looks can see your …” He clamped his mouth shut and resumed their march.
“Garrett, I … do you … you think I’m yours?” The thought made her ridiculously happy.
“For today, yes. Make no mistake about it. I don’t have any plans to share what little time I have left with you, and I certainly won’t allow other men to see the delicious secrets you hide under your clothes.”
He stopped in front of a store.
“You’re cute when you’re jealous.” She bit back a laugh at his deep scowl. Still reeling from his possessiveness, Jessa fought against the idea that they would soon be going their separate ways. She wanted to hang on to this feeling for a little longer, a feeling that could very well destroy her in the end.
He slapped some cash in her hand. “Get a new shirt.” He glanced at her chest and grimaced. “Preferably one darker than the color of your bra.”
She looked at the cash and passed it back him, snickering. “I don’t need your money, Garrett.”
When he didn’t take it, she pressed it in his palm. “I can buy my own shirt.” She turned to enter the store. “But, you can buy me something sweet for going on that ride with you to begin with,” she said over her shoulder.
Jessa didn’t waste any time in the store. She picked out a black shirt and giggled at the word princess emblazoned across the front. Perfect. She asked the cashier to cut the tag off so she could wear it out.
Garrett squinted at her before his lips curled up. “Wow. That’s sexy.” He took her hand and spun her in a circle.