Elizabeth shuddered out a sigh.
“Look at me, Liz.”
She did, and he used his fingers, gliding them over her pu**y. She was damp, needy, and she wanted to take his hand and shove his fingers inside her.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want your fingers inside me, f**king me.”
He dipped the tip of one finger along the surface of her pu**y, coating it with her moisture, then moved it back up to sweep across the bud of her clit.
“Stop teasing me. Fuck me. Make me come.”
“The tease is the best part, Elizabeth. Do you know how hard my dick is right now? Do you know how much I want to be inside you or have your mouth wrapped around me? My balls ache. And when we leave here, you’ll make me come. But right now, it’s all about you and your pretty pu**y, and getting you off.”
She licked her lips, imagining putting her mouth on him and feeling him shoot down her throat, or him pushing his c**k into her until she screamed in orgasm. But right now he dipped two fingers inside her, and she lifted her butt off the seat and pushed against his hand.
“Easy, baby. Take it easy.” He swirled the pad of his thumb over her clit, keeping his fingers moving inside her.
Her mouth dropped open, and she inhaled, losing sight of where she was. She gripped his arm and dug her nails into it as he shoved his fingers inside her. His movements were maddeningly slow, taking her right to the brink, where she held, watching his face, realizing he knew where she was.
“I’m going to come, Gavin.”
He stilled his movements. “Quiet, Elizabeth. Remember that no one can know. You control this.”
She took a deep breath and nodded.
“Now come for me. Let me see it.”
He swept his thumb across her clit with expert precision and shoved his fingers inside her.
Her eyes widened as she came with a rush of sensation. She wanted to buck against his hand, to let go with a loud cry. Instead, she dug her nails into his forearm and held them there while the tidal wave of pleasure took her to ecstasy.
Gavin smiled and held on to her while she rode that wave. He protected her the entire time by casting surreptitious glances around the restaurant until the wild crest of her climax settled. He withdrew his fingers and smoothed her dress back down over her legs. He leaned forward and brushed her lips with his. “Your face is flushed.”
She smiled at him. “I can’t breathe.” She still felt her heart ramming against her ribs.
That was the most exhilarating experience she’d ever had.
“Will there be anything else?”
Their waitress smiled at Elizabeth.
“Oh, I think I’m done now,” she said, and Amanda took her plate away.
It was only then that Elizabeth reoriented herself to time and place. She’d completely lost her sense of being, had forgotten there were other people in the restaurant who no doubt had been walking by. She’d been so tuned into Gavin and his touch, his focus, that she’d lost her senses.
Gavin was a very dangerous man.
“Ready to go?” he asked, handing the waitress his credit card.
Elizabeth was ready to go, all right.
Ready to go insane from playing this game with him.
FOUR
GAVIN STOOD IN THE BOX AND READIED FOR THE BALL, studying the pitcher’s stance, trying to figure out what he was going to throw. The pitcher wound up, threw, and Gavin swung the bat. Wood connected and the ball soared into the outfield.
It felt good to swing the bat again, to feel the power. He liked seeing the baseball disappear deep into center field.
It was only practice, but as he took a few more swipes, his muscles loosening under the Florida heat and humidity, he felt the typical anticipation of the upcoming season.
By October he was dead tired, burned out, and desperate for a break. By February he was eager to get started again, ready to play the game. Every season it was like this.
He loved baseball. It had been in his blood since he was five years old and his father had stuck a bat in his hand and pitched him his first ball to hit. Something about seeing that ball skip across the dirt and through Mick’s legs or over Jenna’s head had made him feel a sense of accomplishment he couldn’t get anywhere else. And all through T-ball and Little League, and in high school and college, he knew there was only thing he wanted to do with his life.
Play baseball. Because he was damn good at it.
After his turn at the plate, he grabbed his glove and went to his position at first base to shag grounders and work on his fielding.
They were having a scrimmage with Tampa Bay today. Warmups were finished and Tampa Bay’s batters were up first, so Gavin stayed at first base. Wasn’t even an official preseason game, but it was a game, and damn he was ready.
While the pitcher warmed up, he glanced into the stands and saw Elizabeth sitting in the second row on the first baseline. Sunglasses shielded her eyes. She wore her hair up, as usual, but she at least wore a sleeveless blouse and those pant things that came up to her calves. Capri pants. That’s what she’d called them when she got dressed this morning.
And high heels. He shook his head.
She was on the phone talking to someone, and her face was buried in her laptop, typing away at something.
In other words, she wasn’t paying attention. Not even when the announcer called batter up and the crowds applauded loudly.
She might as well have stayed at the house for all the attention she paid to the game.
Gavin focused his attention on the batter, who struck out. Gavin rolled his shoulders and got into position, bending over and readying for whatever might happen. Batter two hit a grounder toward first base. Gavin scooped it up and touched the base before the runner was halfway down the line.
Two outs.
Third batter popped up in right field.
It was time for Gavin’s team to bat. Gavin waited in the dugout, since he was third in the lineup. Jose batted first since he had a good average, was fast, and could steal bases. He hit a grounder just past the shortstop and got on base. Dave popped up so Jose had to hold at first base, which brought Gavin up to bat. He stood at the plate and held at the first pitch, too high. Second pitch looked low and inside, but the umpire called it a strike. Third pitch was right down the middle and Gavin swung. It dropped in front of the left fielder, and Gavin ran for first. Jose, one fast motherfucker, ended up at third.
Gavin took a quick glance at the seats. Elizabeth still had her head buried in her laptop, not paying attention to the game.