“Do I have you purring in my lap now, Tigress?” Jay’s sexy voice growls as his lips and teeth graze the pulse points of my neck.
I shift in his lap to stimulate his erection. “Can you transport me out of this bar on a magic carpet?”
“Definitely.” He scoots us to the opening of the gazebo and pulls aside the curtains, then stands and whirls me into his arms. I hide my face in the crock of his neck, my hands around his shoulders as he sweeps me out to the cool parking lot.
Once we’re outside, the desert night energizes and emboldens me. I press my hand over his erection and spur him to move faster toward his room.
He throws me over his shoulder and lopes the few blocks to the hotel. Whisking me through the lobby, he slams me into an empty elevator. My back against the wall, he lifts me and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist.
“I’ve never met a woman as hot as you.” His fingers dig into my hips and he moves me up and down, simulating what we both want. “You’re so beautiful. You have no idea what I want to do to you.”
I don’t care if he’s dropping lines on me, lines memorized from whatever pick-up website he’s been studying. I don’t even care if he forgets me after tonight. All I want, need, desire, and hope for is right here, right now. My lips seek his and lock on. I clutch him, kissing him wildly, deeply, my mind in a haze of lust.
I’m not sure how we get from the elevator into his room. But in my next conscious moment, I’m on my back staring at the chiseled planes of Jay’s well muscled torso. His skin is smooth as ivory, a perfect carving of a virile male. I touch him, exploring the lines of his face all the way down to the wedge shaped dimples angling from his hips toward the huge bulge beneath his pants.
Chapter 5
~Jay~
He was in deep trouble now.
Jay’s breath sizzled through his teeth as Tigress brushed her hands teasingly close to his waistband. He shouldn’t take advantage of the daughter of Dr. Marcus Song, orthopedic surgeon specializing in baseball injuries. But who told her to be such a temptress? She was everything Su-Bin was not. Straight talking, passionate, and shameless. What other woman would spread herself on his bed and beckon him to remove her underwear with his teeth?
Jay licked the curve of her belly, nipping the string of her thong. Lust raged through his veins, and he was harder than he’d ever been. But he had to tread carefully, even if she was of age. He couldn’t afford a lawsuit or scandal, a breath of sexual harassment of an intern, or word to get back to his relatives. Su-Bin hadn’t officially broken the engagement. Even though he was done with her, she needed time to save face, to concoct a reason, being time and distance with him in the United States as the excuse.
Trembling from restraint, he lifted his body from Jessica’s sweet, soft skin. If he didn’t stop now, he’d have her naked beneath him, moaning and writhing, fighting and screaming, taking her from the front, back, inside and out.
“What’s wrong?” She propped herself on her elbows, her brow furrowed. A shot of worry traversed her pretty face, and he moved to reassure her.
“It’s not you. We, we can’t do this. Not yet.” He swooped toward her face and kissed her. “You deserve better than one night. I’m afraid I don’t even properly know you.”
Her fingers threaded through his hair. “You’re such a gentleman. I like a man who knows what he wants.”
“You make me lose all control.” His muscles tightened against the fury of desire storming inside. “Say you won’t regret it.”
“I won’t. I want you, Jay. Even if it’s one night. What are you worried about?”
About not being able to walk away from her. Being with her, in close contact, kissing and petting and tasting her, he was already addicted, drawn to her and dizzy with need. He’d never been enslaved to a woman. Baseball was always first priority. Had to be.
“Nothing. Just wanted you to be sure.” He feigned a smooth, unconcerned voice.
She bit her lower lip and wiggled her hips against his rock hard erection. “I’m sure I want you to taste and touch me.”
The challenge in her voice drove all the blood in his body to his groin. He pressed his weight on her and worked his solid erection against the tiny patch of cloth covering her mound. After plundering her mouth and leaving her breathless, he bit her nipples through the lacy bra, feasting on her until her head snapped back and forth. Ripping the bra off her with his teeth, he encircled her tight nipple with his ravenous mouth while flicking and pulling the other one.
She pulled his hair, arching herself against him. Electric currents surged through him, and his balls ached for him to get inside her. Forget the foreplay, the exploration, he was ready for the grand slam.
His pulse thundering, he rose on his knees and scrambled with his belt. Jessica’s hands were on him, unbuckling and unzipping. He shucked off his pants as she grabbed ahold of his shaft.
He almost swooned at the sheer pleasure traversing his body. Her grip firm, she stroked him, licking her lips and looking eager to jump his bones.
“You’re killing me,” he moaned, knowing he had to be considerate. No one had ever been able to take his solid length all the way in. He had to prepare her, go slow, but the way she was gripping him and stroking, she’d having him coming way too fast.
“Stop, stop.” He gripped her shoulders and tossed her onto her back. Her look of shock morphed to delight when he tore the sorry excuse of a thong from her and dipped his finger between her legs. Oh yeah, she was soaking wet and ready. He rubbed his finger over her pleasure point and slipped one into her channel, moving it as she moaned for more.
The mewling sounds she made as she crested shook him to the core. She was so responsive to him, already on the edge of orgasm.
Every muscle of her body tightened and just when he thought she’d ride it out, she jerked out of his grasp. Had he hurt her?
“Not like this, Jay. First time … want, want you inside. I want to come with you inside. Now.” She spread her legs and opened herself with both hands, wet and inviting.
Jay scrambled to pull on a condom, and without taking another breath, he was driving into her. Tight, so tight, that she winced.
“Are you okay?” He cupped her face, staring into her oval shaped eyes.
“Feels so good, don’t stop. Hard, harder.”
“Next time we’ll take it easy, promise.” He hated being so impetuous, impolite, but his body refused to be restrained. She took every inch of him, her face strained, moaning loudly.
He hesitated, drew back. “You sure, Jessie?”
Slap. His butt stung under her hand. Her nails dug into his hips and she pulled him all the way in.
His head whirled, a million pleasurable sensations opening the floodgates of his heart. Over and over, he pounded her, shoving her up the mattress until her head butted against the pillows cushioning the headboard.
All thought fled except for one, to make her come, to shatter her resistance, to claim her body, mind, and heart. Her whimpers and moans, and even the demanding slaps and pinches drove him faster than a breakaway piston. The woman was wild, twisting and writhing underneath him, her grip tight, her legs possessively wrapped around him. He’d never had that falling sensation, almost blacking out.
She tightened around him, and her screams sent him into orbit, out of breath and exploding so violently that his heart stopped for one glorious blissful moment of sweet release.
Jay collapsed onto his tigress, buried inside of her, unable to relinquish her. Gobs of emotion clutched his throat and tears prickled behind his eyes. He clenched his fists and curled his toes, fighting waves of panic. Tasting nirvana meant he could never go back, never ever exist on an even plane without his wild Jessica.
He’d never rocked so hard before, and he’d never want another woman, ever again. Now, the problem would be to hold onto her and make her truly his.
Jessica squeaked beneath him, pushing and squirming. Oh, shit. He was crushing her. Not wanti
ng to separate, he turned and pulled her on top of him. She was as breathless as he, limp, totally melting into him, in his arms, right where she belonged. Relaxing his grip, he caressed her and stroked her, rocking her to sleep.
Yep, he was in deep trouble, but trouble of the best kind.
Chapter 6
~Jessica~
He regrets it. Damn him.
I quiet my breathing, relaxing and letting myself meld onto Jay’s chest, and wait for him to fall asleep.
At least he was able to control himself from breaking down. I felt him tightening, heard the sob. That look of sheer panic crossing his face when he turned me onto his chest cut me, shredding my heart to pieces.
I shouldn’t have expectations. I’m a big girl. I can walk away, especially from a man who regrets the best love making I’ve ever experienced. Tears wet my lashes, but I force myself to stay still, to curl into Jay’s soft caresses, to enjoy being held by him, to imprint this precious memory into my soul for the long, lonely nights ahead.
You still got me, Inner G pipes up. How about a game of hearts?
You know, for being my inner goddess, you’re not affirming enough. I’m here bleeding and in pain and all you can think about is hearts?
Shoot the moon. It’ll be good for you. She shuffles a deck while I’m stuck beneath a sleeping man, wondering how I’m going to squeeze out without waking him.
When his breathing deepens and a steady snore rolls from his throat, I slowly move his arms aside, and tuck a king sized pillow between his legs. The ache in my chest is magnified by the tortuously sweet ache between my legs. Lightly, I kiss his forehead and spread a sheet over his sleeping form.
You’ve got it bad, J.
Shut up, G.
After gathering my clothes, I find my dress and underwear too torn to use. I pull on the plain black t-shirt he discarded, unable to keep myself from greedily inhaling his scent. The shirt covers my thighs, but I fetch a pair of sports shorts from his suitcase and put it on, tightening the strings in preparation for my long walk of shame.
He looks so peaceful, his handsome face relaxed with a hint of a smile crinkling his eyes. Such a contrast to the sheer terror that flew across his features as he brought me to the ultimate climax, slinging me so hard and fast that my brain is still reeling from the rush.
Chuck it up to a learning experience. It’s what I wanted when I paid for this trip. A chance for no-strings fun, to prove to myself that I, too, can have casual sex and enjoy it, that I’m not affected by losing the guy I loved for so long, that I’m seeing other men, bigger, better, and badder than he.
The door clicks behind me as I creep down the corridor and take the stairs back to my floor.
Jay cured me of my ex-boyfriend, but who or what can cure me from Jay?
Don’t look at me, G throws the deck of cards at me. I’m booking flights to Seoul, Korea. There’s got to be more of these K-men where he comes from.
~Jay~
Jay was running late. He hustled into the locker room and threw his gear bag on the bench. He’d woken in the middle of the night and found his bed empty. Despite her brave face, Jessica must have regretted the encounter. She hadn’t even left a note.
His teammate Ryan slapped him on the back. “Better get yourself in gear quick. Owner’s up in the box today.”
“Owner?”
“Yeah, Chris Riggins himself. Wanted to look over the roster, especially rookies he’s never met before.” Ryan leaned against the lockers. “You’re going to be pitching the batting cage against the sluggers. They have a radar gun, and the cameras track everything, trajectory, speed, and accuracy, and compare it to a database of stats.”
“Tell me more good news,” Jay grumbled as he laced up his cleats. Maybe it was a good thing the tigress had fled. Otherwise, he’d have been even more delayed and drained.
The locker room door thumped and Tom Patterson, the pitching coach strode toward them. His eyebrows were drawn downward and he barely nodded at Ryan before tossing a folded printout at Jay.
“Riggins is concerned about your lack of discretion.”
Jay unfolded the printout. It was a blog post with a photo of him lugging Jessica over his shoulder on the way up the hotel steps.
“She’s a friend,” he explained.
“I don’t know how they do it in your country, but this here’s the United States of America and we have more respect for women.”
“Sir, she was willing.” Jay’s mouth was dry and ice gripped his heart.
“Doesn’t look good. Now get out there and hustle. You’re in the cages with the sluggers.” Tom dismissed him without a glance, going over to greet Ryan and a group of veteran big leaguers.
Jay’s head was hot and his face broiling as the players joked and joshed at his expense. Even more maddening was the dig about his country. He grabbed his glove and headed to the cages.
~Jessica~
“I’ve never been so sore before.” I ease myself off the saddle of the horse I’ve been on half the day while escorting the day campers through South Mountain Park.
“Sure, sure, blame it on the horse.” Todd dismounts his horse in one smooth leap. He hands the halters of both horses to the guide. I dust myself off and wobble toward the shaded picnic area.
“Why’d you have them gallop?” I shoot a glare at Todd.
“Hey, I can’t help it if you can’t control your horse. Who told you to let go of the reins?”
“I had to hang on to the horn.” Thanks to being short, I couldn’t stand up in the stirrups, so my poor behind was bounced and bounced and bounced.
The preteens are already lined up at the barbecue pit with their sodas. At least no one had fallen.
“Miss Jessica,” a girl with red hair elbowed a small Asian girl. “Tell her you’re not a thief.”
I laugh and detach the red bandana Todd lent me and tie it around my mouth. “This is a hold up. Did you guys have fun riding?”
The girls giggle, but the Asian one is not impressed. She narrows her eyes into slits. “You’re a thief. My mother says so. She told my papa to stay away from the likes of you.”
“Whoa, now, where’s this coming from?” I untie the bandana and fold it neatly into a square. “I was just pretending.”
“Yeah, Molly,” the redhead pokes her. “She’s just a camp leader making up a story. This isn’t real.”
“I’m not stupid,” the little squirt named Molly says. “My mommy and I saw her last night stealing. She was wearing a black t-shirt and black shorts. She snuck out of someone’s room and ran up the stairs.”
“Oh, really?” Todd snags his bandana from me. “And what exactly did she steal?”
He gives me a knowing look and continues, “Or who did she steal?”
“Boyfriend. She stole my cousin’s boyfriend. That’s what Mama says. She had Papa check the room number downstairs.”
My stomach drops and blood drains from my head. That expression I caught from Jay last night wasn’t plain regret, it was guilt. I’m not about to admit anything to the children though.
“You probably made a mistake. There’s lots of women wearing black t-shirts and shorts. It’s kind of the latest fashion statement.” I turn my nose up and roll my eyes, making sure to catch the other girls with a knowing wink.
They giggle and the redhead jabs Molly. “You’re such a dork. All the maids wear black shirts.”
“I know what I saw.” Molly juts her stubborn jaw at me. “My mom’s telling my cousin and she’s going to kick your butt.”
“Girls, girls, break it up,” Todd says. “The hotdogs and hamburgers are ready.”
“I’m going to the restroom,” I tell Todd.
He clamps an arm around my shoulder and bends to whisper in my ear. “I feel sorry for that butt of yours. First Jay, then the horse, and now the little pipsqueak’s cousin. So, tell me, how big is he?”
“I’m walking funny, aren’t I?” I flip Todd’s arm from me and wrinkle my nose. “Why ar
e you so hung up on numbers?”
“Stats, baby. Baseball’s all about numbers.” He taps the tip of my nose. “On a scale of one to ten, how is he?”
I groan as I hobble toward the women’s restroom. “I don’t share. Do I ever ask you about the guys you meet at The Nine Incher?”
“I wish you would.” He ruffles my hair and tucks a loose strand behind my ear. “You know I care about you.”
“Yeah, of course. Ever since I let you sit next to me on the bus and trade lunches.”
“Lumpia for taquitos. Great deal.” He laughs before his eyes turn serious. “How is he? Is he good to you? Or is he another one of those players?”
“You heard what the kid said. He’s got a girlfriend.”
“Maybe, maybe not.” Todd parks himself in front of the restroom door. “He’s hot property. Anyone who had a piece of him could claim she’s his girlfriend. What did he tell you?”
“He made sure I was free of a boyfriend, even figured Preston out, but he said nothing about himself.” I fling my hair over my shoulder. “But it doesn’t matter. Jay got me over my ex. I don’t even remember why I ever thought he was okay.”
Todd slaps my behind as I turn toward the restroom. “You go, girl! Ride him hard.”
“Only if I survive the ride back down the canyon this afternoon.”
Chapter 7
~Jay~
“You want to hang out at the Hot Corner tonight?” Ryan squeezed Jay’s bicep as they exited the locker room. “Or are you too sore from the pitchout?”
“They were a bunch of weenies.” Jay stretched his shoulder and rotated his arm. “Struck them out swinging.”
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