Her sex quivered at the mental image while she shimmied out of her panties. “You’re not making this any easier.”
He sat on the dugout bench and unzipped his pants. “Yeah, well, I’m getting harder. Come sit on me.”
Thank God she had condoms in her bag. She might have cried if they didn’t have any. She straddled him, bending her knees to slide them across the bench on either side of his hips.
“Ever make love in a ballpark?”
She laughed. “This is definitely a first for me.”
He swept his hands across her thighs, holding her in place while she eased down on his cock.
“I like being a first,” he said, sliding his hand under her shirt.
He was definitely a first. For a lot of things.
He lifted her bra over her breasts, filling his hands with them while she sank down on his shaft.
“Christ,” he said, stilling as she buried him inside her. He squeezed her breasts, brushing his thumbs over her nipples, then brought her forward to lick them. When he blew on them, his warm breath caused a fire to burn deep within her. She grasped his arms and brought a nipple to his mouth.
“Do that again.”
His lips curved, and he caught one of the buds between his lips, sucked it between his teeth, and flicked his tongue over it.
So achingly sensual, the painful pleasure seared her.
The night was hot and steamy, not the slightest bit of air blowing to cool off her heated skin as Garrett began to thrust upward. She held onto his shoulders and lifted, then sank onto him again, the sensations heating her to boiling.
“Your skin is silver in the moonlight,” he said, wrapping his hand around the nape of her neck to draw her down for a kiss.
When he kissed her and made love to her, her toes curled, her hair stood on end, and everything in between ignited. She dug her nails into his shoulders and rode him, bombarded with sensations that brought her to the breaking point.
And when he pulled away, she arched her back, giving him access to the most intimate parts of her. He rubbed her clit and she shattered, gripping his cock as waves of orgasm convulsed within her.
“Christ, Alicia.” He swept his arm around her back to pull her against him. He thrust deeply into her and his harsh groans were the sweetest sounds in the quiet night as she rode out her climax, then took him along for the ride.
Clasped tightly to him, she stroked his sweat-soaked back. He pressed a kiss to her neck, then eased her off his lap and set her on her feet.
She held on to him. “My legs are shaking. And I’m not sure I know where my panties are.”
He laughed. “We should probably find them or we’ll have some explaining to do to the crew tomorrow morning.”
“Yes, and speaking of the crew, they left me the keys to the gates, which means an early workout for you in the morning.”
He put his arm around her and tugged her against him, his eyes still heavily lidded with passion. “Worth it, don’t you think?”
She shuddered and pressed her hands to his chest. “Definitely. I’ve never had dugout sex before.”
“Me, either.” He kissed her thoroughly, his fingers diving into her hair to hold her firmly against his mouth while his tongue plundered. By the time he pulled away, she was more than ready for round two. But they should probably get out of there before they pressed their luck and someone showed up. Not that she expected anyone to haunt the ballpark after hours, but one never knew.
They searched and found her panties under the dugout bench. She dressed and fished the keys out of her pocket so they could get out and lock up.
On the way back to the house, she remembered her conversation with her cousin earlier. “Oh, by the way, Gavin suggested we all have dinner together.”
Garrett arched a brow. “He knows about us?”
“Yes. Apparently, rumors are floating around the team about how close we’ve become.”
“Yeah? Huh.”
He didn’t seem bothered by it. Maybe she shouldn’t be, either. Gavin said he’d be discreet. In the meantime, she’d try to be less . . . close to Garrett in the future. At least publicly.
“Anyway, Liz is in town, and he wants to get together at his place.”
Garrett didn’t say anything for a few minutes. She wondered if he was worried about the whole rumors thing.
“Gavin’s going to grill me about our relationship, isn’t he?”
She laughed. “No. He’s aware we’re . . . having sex, and he said that’s the last thing he wants to talk about. I think you’re in the clear.”
“Good. Then dinner sounds fine.”
“Why? Because you’re afraid to face my cousin, or afraid to answer questions about our relationship?”
He spared her a quick glance as he drove. “Neither. And both.”
Confusing answer. She wasn’t sure what to make of it, or whether she liked it. A part of her understood his reasoning for being uncomfortable. After all, Gavin was her cousin. Family was always tricky. Even she couldn’t define their relationship, if they even had a relationship.
They were having sex. Plus, they had a working relationship. That’s all it was between them.
Wasn’t it?