“Jessa.” Garrett’s eyes sparked as he leaned in. His lips fondled hers, the contact light, gentle. Sweet. Too sweet.
Not enough.
His tongue grazed her lips and she parted, eager to draw him inside her mouth when he seemed content to stay out. He lazily supped at her lips, tracing every line and ridge. He nibbled and tasted, teased her with the promise of more, but denied her the deeper touch her body yearned for.
She broke the contact. She swung a leg over to straddle him and rested her palms against his chest. His eyes darkened with lust as he moved his hips under her, settling her tight against him. His hands curved around and gripped her ass. His heart beat heavy under her palms, driving her own need higher with every thump.
“What are we doing?” she wondered aloud.
His smile was slow, seductive. “Kissing.” He wrapped a hand in her hair and brought her mouth back to his. This time, he didn’t tease her. The moment their lips touched, his tongue pushed inside and his taste exploded in her mouth. The subtle hint of beer mingled with the unique flavor that she instinctively knew was all Garrett.
She speared her hands into the soft waves of his hair and held him to her. She pressed her chest against him as she stroked his tongue with hers. A moan tore from her throat as his hands moved to her hips and held fast.
“Sit still,” he whispered against her lips. “Let me enjoy that beautiful mouth of yours for a bit.”
Heat infused her cheeks as she realized she’d been rocking against him, driven by her need to feel more. And he wasn’t unaffected, if the erection pushing against her was any indication.
“Aw, now, look at that.” He brushed his lips over her cheek, down the side of her jaw. “You blush a lot. You’re so pretty when you blush. Do I make you nervous?”
She shuddered a breath. Hot, wet, horny. Nervous? No. “You make me …”
“What? What do I make you, baby?”
She snickered. “Needy.”
His laugh rumbled against her neck and she tilted her head to give him better access, letting her hands rest on his shoulders. She forced her hips to remain still as he laved at her neck, curled his tongue around her earlobe, trailed to the sensitive flesh behind. She whimpered, sliding her fingers to cup his neck, needing to feel his skin against hers however she could get it.
Arousal, hot and hard, fired in her blood. Perspiration formed on her skin as she fought the need clawing at her belly.
He shifted, his cock pressing against her aching clit until she couldn’t take anymore. She had never wanted anything as much as she wanted him right now. “Garrett, please. Touch me.”
His mouth never left her neck as he held her, turned, and laid her under him. She loved the feel of his weight on her, his hard curves and angles pressing into her most intimate places. She wrapped her legs around his waist, cradling him between her thighs.
Hunger burned in his eyes, his expression pained. “Jesus, Jessa. You’re going to kill me.” His mouth was already moving, burning a trail across her throat. He eased to one side, his hand catching the hem of her shirt, lifting it to reveal her belly. Her vagina contracted, releasing proof of her arousal, dampening her already moist panties.
Her breath caught as he feathered his fingertips across her skin. They should stop. Her dad would kill them both if he ever found out, and Garrett had much more to lose than she did. Her dad would forgive her for messing around with one of his players. But Garrett, his penalty could be much more severe.
“Don’t ever get involved, Jessa.” Her dad’s warning echoed through her head. How many times had he uttered that sentence? A hundred? A thousand? She’d never been tempted before.
She was tempted now.