She tasted like wine and chocolate—sweet and sexy, just like he knew she’d be. His cock sprang to life, hardening as he pulled Alicia across him, folding her into his arms to deepen the kiss.
Her body was perfect against his. He’d been dying to touch her, to run his hands over her hips and legs. She’d changed from her jeans into a pair of cotton shorts, and her thighs were buttery smooth as he caressed her. Garrett wondered if her chest was as tight as his, if she found it as hard to breathe as he did.
He never went crazy over a woman. He liked them, and he loved having sex with them. Fortunately, there were always plenty of women around, and he was lucky enough not to have to work hard to get one into his bed. That was mostly due to the allure of his career and his success, and he knew it. But Alicia was something different, and she had been since the first day he’d noticed her in the pack of therapists all claiming to know what was best for him. Despite the ugly uniforms, he’d picked her out, liked her smart mouth, and being with her the past few weeks had only increased his desire for her.
And now that he had her in his arms and she was winding her hands in his hair, moaning as he rubbed his lips against hers? Yeah, that was the jackpot.
That she was torn about doing this with him only ratcheted up his desire for her. It was wrong that her internal battle fed his hunger, and he knew it, but there wasn’t a goddamn thing he could do about it. He wanted her, and she’d said yes. Unless she changed her mind, he was going to touch and kiss and lick every inch of her tonight, because short of his goal to return to the pitcher’s mound, she’d been all he’d been thinking about.
She shifted, and her scent wound around him. Whatever it was she showered or shampooed with drove him crazy, and whenever they worked together he found some way to breathe deeper. She sifted her fingers through his hair, letting her nails massage his scalp as she leaned into the kiss, her breasts rubbing against his chest.
Her touch was a magic balm to his sore shoulder, and every ache seemed to melt away when she laid her hands on him. He knew the difference between a medicinal touch and one meant for sex, and when Alicia touched him now, there was a tenderness that had nothing to do with therapy.
Or maybe she’d always had that magic touch, and he’d been so wrapped up in his own head he’d never noticed. All he knew was he shared some kind of connection with her. Maybe that was basic chemistry. He didn’t want to define it. He just went with it, and what he knew was he liked her hands on him, in whatever way she touched him.
He pulled away, loving the way her eyes had changed. She was always so . . . in control. Now, her eyes were half lidded, drowsy from passion, and her lips were plump from kissing. Her hair was messy, and desire was written all over her face. She had no control now, and he liked her that way.
If someone could bottle that look and sell it on the open market, they would make billions, because nothing could rev a guy up faster than a woman who looked at a guy the way Alicia looked at him now. She made his balls tighten, and he wanted to throw her down on the sofa and bury his cock deep inside her until she screamed his name.
“Change your mind yet?” he asked, rimming her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.
She shook her head. “No.”
“Good. Because we’re all in now, so if you want to stop, now would be the time to tell me.”
She let out a soft sigh. “Don’t stop.”
He drew the strap of her tank top off her shoulder, then the other, leaving them at her elbows. There was something about a half-dressed woman he found so sexy. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. She shuddered.
“Cold?” he murmured against the soft column of her throat.
“No. Just keep doing that.”
“This?” he asked, flicking her earlobe with his tongue.
“I’m pretty sure I’m going to like anything you do with your mouth.”
He growled out a laugh. “I hope so, because my mouth is going to be all over your body tonight.”
She held tight to his shirt, clinging to him like she was afraid she was going to fall. He liked that he could drive her crazy.
And they hadn’t even started yet. But they were about to. He kissed his way across her shoulder, taking a little nip out of her skin, feeling the goose bumps pop up there. He was unable to resist a smile. Her body was so responsive; he couldn’t wait to get to all the good parts.
He drew her tank top down. Her breasts were contained in a very hot black and pink satin bra that made his cock tighten. A matching checkered bow sat in the center of the bra.
He lifted his gaze to hers. “My guess is the panties match.”
She looked down at him and graced him with a wicked half smile and a nod.
“Let’s take a look.” He dropped to his knees and grabbed her shorts, then pulled them off, sitting on his heels to admire the view.
“Wow.”
“Stop it,” she said.