Spring Training by Parker Kincade Read Free Book Online Page B

She squeezed his arm between her breasts. “I’ll put a smile on that handsome face of yours.”
    He passed a hot, angry glance at Jessa. “Oh, I definitely want company tonight,” he murmured.
    Jessa sucked in a breath. She had no claim on him, but that didn’t stop her heart from seizing at the thought of him in this woman’s arms. Well, if Garrett wanted to stand here and flirt, that was his choice, but she damn sure didn’t have to stay here and watch. Her stomach jumped, her dinner threatening to make a reappearance.
    “I can get back on my own.” Her voice shook, her nerves on edge. She didn’t want him to stay here, but she really didn’t get a say in that, now did she? Goddamn it, she wouldn’t cry.
    Would. Not.
    He didn’t belong to her, couldn’t belong to her. She yanked her hand from his. “Have fun.”
    Garrett snagged her wrist in a painful grip. Jessa cried out in protest, turning as he eased out of the other woman’s grip. “Thank you for the kind offer, ma’am.” His gaze never strayed from Jessa. “But, as you can see, my hands are full.”
    The woman’s eyes narrowed on Jessa as if sizing up the competition. “If you change your mind, I’m Cindy.” She purred. “I’ll be around.” With one last glare to Jessa, the woman sauntered away, no doubt in search of her next victim.
    Garrett jerked Jessa back to his side. His jaw was rigid as if he were grinding his teeth. Something he did a lot around her, she’d noticed. His hand pressed against the skin of her lower back, and his warmth startled her. Made her want to arch like a cat, begging him to stroke her. He kept the pressure firm as he directed her toward the bank of elevators. He was so confident, so sure she’d follow. And she would. She couldn’t seem to resist him, but that didn’t mean she had to make it easy.
    “Garrett, let go. You’re hurting me.” He wasn’t, but she twisted her arm until he was forced to release her anyway. “What is your problem?”
    “Not here.” He ushered her along, weaving around the crowd until they stood in front of the elevators.
    The elevator doors opened and Garrett steered her inside. He maneuvered them to the corner, placing her back against his front. People continued to fill the space and Jessa found herself pressed against his warm, hard body. She shifted her feet, trying to make more room for him, to escape the sensation of his body against hers.
    “Be still!” he hissed in her ear. He jerked her back, his fingers digging into her hips until she knew she’d bare his mark.
    Her heart hammered, her chest constricting, making it difficult to breathe in the crowded space. His impressive erection seared her lower back. He released her hips, his hands slipping through the opening of her dress and settling on her waist. Her breath caught as his fingers traced feather light circles on her abdomen.
    Her body ignited. Flames licked at her skin, her breasts growing heavy and uncomfortable in the confines of her dress. Desire exploded, bolts of electricity racing through her veins. Nerve endings came alive, jumping to the surface and preening beneath his wicked fingers.
    She fidgeted, twisting her hands around the strap of her bag until it cut off her circulation. She wanted to get to her room, crawl into bed, and forget this night ever happened. In the morning, she’d call her dad and tell him she was coming home. He’d have to rely on someone else. If she stayed, she’d lose more than a night on the dance floor. The powerful man standing behind her would steal her heart. She would ruin them both.
    His fingers danced across her skin, stealing her breath, stealing her will to resist. Garrett mastered her. Standing in an elevator full of people, his touch had reduced her to a puddle of need. For him. Anything he wanted, however he wanted. Consequences be damned.
    Her pussy throbbed, flooded with arousal as she fought to remain still. He teased along the edge of her garter belt and her