“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, right there.”
He had a sexy mouth, and she wanted it on her pu**y. She bit down on her lip and rubbed her clit, already so close to coming she dug her heels into the mattress. But she wanted to delay, just a few more seconds, to enjoy the buildup as she envisioned him dipping two fingers inside her while he captured her clit between his lips. And when she tucked her fingers into her pu**y, she couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped, nor could she suppress the cry of delight as she released, tunneling her fingers deep and using the heel of her hand to rub against her clit.
She let her hips fall against the bed and breathed in and out, realizing that all she’d done was take the edge off.
The desire, the need—it was still there.
* * *
FUCK. GARRETT KNEW HE SHOULDN’T HAVE GONE TOWARD his room. If he’d stayed in the living room, he wouldn’t have walked down the hall past Alicia’s bedroom, wouldn’t have heard the clear moan she’d made, wouldn’t have figured out that she was in there masturbating.
His c**k had gone fully hard in about three f**king seconds. And like some goddamn voyeur, instead of giving her privacy to get off, he’d lingered by the door and listened, hoping to hear more. He heard her breathing, whispering, and gasping when she came.
He’d never heard anything sweeter or anything that had turned him on more. As soon as he heard her moving around he’d hustled back out to the living room, then realized he should have gone to his room and jacked off. Now he had a hard-on he needed to get rid of in a hurry. But what if he tried to go to his room now, and she came out? It would be difficult to explain the erection sprouting in his pants. Alicia was smart—she’d figure out he’d overheard her.
So now he was stuck sitting on the sofa with a f**king pillow on his lap, feeling like a dumbass.
No good ever came from eavesdropping.
He just needed to breathe and think about unpleasant things.
Like therapy. And maybe never pitching again. Letting his team and his fans down.
Yeah, that took care of his erection.
Until Alicia came out of the bedroom, doing her best to look innocent, like nothing had happened. Except he’d been with plenty of women in his life, and he’d given a lot of them orgasms. And that rosy-cheeked look on her face was a dead giveaway.
“Sorry,” she said, not meeting his gaze. “I finished unpacking while I was in there.”
Since his balls were tied up in knots, he was a little resentful of her happy, I-just-came-and-you-didn’t glow. “Hope it all went okay in there.”
She cocked her head to the side. “Huh?”
“I mean, are there enough hangers? Do you have enough closet space?”
“Oh. Yes, it’s an awesome bedroom.”
Yeah, it had sounded pretty awesome.
She put her hands on her hips. “So, are you ready to get started?”
He clutched the pillow tighter. “I’m going to need a few minutes.”
She frowned and came over to sit next to him. “Are you in pain?”
She had no idea. “No. I just want to digest breakfast. How about a walk first?”
“Great idea. It’ll get the blood flowing. Let me go get my shoes on.”
His blood was flowing just fine. To his dick. And if he didn’t get his mind off sex and soon, he wasn’t going to leave the sofa the rest of the day.
But by the time Alicia came back in, he’d managed to wrestle his cock—and his overactive imagination—under control.
“Ready to walk?”
There were about ten other things on his list right now, and all of them involved Alicia naked. Unfortunately, that wasn’t what was going to happen, and he needed to get those visuals out of his head, because he didn’t think he wanted to fight down another erection.
“Yeah, let’s get outside.”
ELEVEN
AFTER THE THERAPY SESSION, ALICIA HAD RETREATED to the table to work on some notes and plans while Garrett had plunked down on the sofa and watched a movie. He’d seemed restless, though, and had gotten up several times to get a drink or something to snack on. They made sandwiches for lunch, but she stayed at the table to work.
“Let’s go out for dinner,” he said.
She looked up from the book she’d been reading on her e-reader and realized it was starting to get dark.
“Okay, sure.”
“I need to get out of the house.”
She laid her e-reader down. “Where would you like to go?”
“Do you like Italian food?”
She laughed. “I’m half Italian, so yes.”
“Good. Put on a dress. I might want to go to a club after.”
She arched a brow. “Uh . . .”
“What?”
“Should we be socializing together?”
He let out a snort. “Why shouldn’t we be socializing together?”
“Because I’m an employee of the team.” Surely he was as aware of the rules as she was.
“So? So am I.”
“Exactly. And the team is in town, you know.”
He frowned. “I’m not getting your point. Do you see us spending time together outside of therapy as some conflict of interest?”
“Yes, it could absolutely be seen that way.”
He came over to her. “Are you . . . uncomfortable being around me? If you want to be alone, I can just go get my own dinner, and you can either eat here or go somewhere on your own.” He leaned against the table. “You know, I’ve never even asked if you had a boyfriend or someone in your life who might not appreciate me hanging all over you. Is that why you pushed me away that day in Oklahoma City?”
“No.” Her eyes widened. “No. That’s not it at all. No boyfriend, no one. I just didn’t want to cause any problems for my job, or for yours.”
He seemed to relax. “Okay. Look, we’ll be spending all our time together while we’re here. It’s just natural that we’ll go out to eat together, and if I want to kick back and have some fun, I just assumed you’d want to get out of the house and come with me. You’re under no obligation to do so. If you don’t want to, I’ll get you back here and go about my business. Fair enough?”
“Definitely.”
She went into her bedroom to change clothes. That exchange had been awkward, but it had been her doing. Garrett didn’t see anything strange about hanging out with her. As far as he was concerned, she could be just another one of the guys.