Brooklyn Heat (21 page)

Steve shook his head. Jay shrugged and set the basket back down on the table.

“I had a meeting with Billingsley, Jay. And he’s serious. You have to stop this crazy shit you’ve been doing.”

“I haven’t been doing any crazy shit.”

“Alyssa Cotler wrote that you took her out and tried to impress her with your American Express Black Card.”

“Alyssa Cotler,” Jay scoffed. “She’s a liar.”

“Yeah, well, you need to make an effort, Jay. None of this fake bullshit, either. If she’d written about what a great fucking guy you are, Old Man Billingsley would have been pleased. But she didn’t. It’s damage control time. So just stay away from her, okay?”

“No problem,” Jay said. He thought about what happened between them earlier, in her hotel room, kissing her, the way she looked in that see-through t-shirt she’d been wearing. He felt himself get hard thinking about it.

“I’m serious,” Steve said. “You have to stay away from her. Don’t give her the chance to write anything bad about you.”

“I won’t,” Jay said. And he meant it.

But a glass of wine and a tiramisu later, and Jay was getting sick of this bullshit. He didn’t need anyone to tell him what to do, he thought as he got into his car. He was perfectly capable of doing things himself. And he wasn’t going to stay away from Alyssa Cotler just because his agent thought he should.

He was a grown man. And he could make his own decisions.

Before he knew what he was doing, he was driving to her hotel. He pulled up to the curb and parked the car. He got out and walked into the elevator, taking it up to the third floor.

He knocked on the door of her hotel room.

“Who is it?” she asked through the door.

“Room service,” he said, taking a chance.

She opened the door. Her hair was wet, like she’d just gotten out of the shower, and her face looked flushed. When she saw him, a look of guilt flashed across her face, like she’d been caught doing something wrong. But then she narrowed her eyes at him.

“You’re not room service,” she said. “You lied.”

“Well, you should never open a hotel room door without asking who it is first. I keep trying to tell you that.”

“I did ask!”

“Did you look through the peephole?”

“No.”

“Well, then, there you go.” He pushed past her and flopped onto the bed. The room smelled like Alyssa – soft and sweet. He looked at her, standing there in a pair of light blue pajama pants and a sweatshirt, no make up, her hair wet, her face in indignant. At that moment, she was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen.

He longed to pull her down close to him, to feel her mouth against his, to run his hands up under the back of her sweatshirt, enjoying the softness of her skin.

“What are you doing here?” Alyssa asked. She was walking around the room, collecting the clothes that were strewn about and throwing them into an open suitcase that was sitting on the floor. Jay caught a flash of something black and lacey, and heat flowed through his body. He wondered if she was wearing something that sexy under the sweatshirt.

“I just came to say hi,” he said.

“You came to say hi this morning,” she said. “Remember? You think you can just… what?” She bit her lip and thought about it. Her lips were gorgeous, full and plump and pink. “Barge into anyone’s hotel room whenever you want?”

“You definitely liked it when I barged in this morning,” Jay said, before he could stop himself. “Remember?” He grinned, and Alyssa’s eyes flashed with anger. He moved toward her, and she took a step back. He took another step toward her, daring her to move again.

But this time, she didn’t. He thought about what Steve said, about how he wasn’t supposed to mess around with her. But he wasn’t sure he could stop himself.

“Anyway,” he said. “I came here mostly to apologize.”

“You came to my hotel room to apologize?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Even though I was at the game tonight, in the dugout, and you ignored me the whole time, you came here, to my hotel room, to apologize?”

“Yes.”

“Not buying it.”

“Well, I didn’t come just to apologize,” he said, improvising. “I came to –” He was going to say to take her out, but he didn’t want to go out. He wanted to stay in. “---hang out.”

“Don’t you have some kind of victory party or something to go to?”

she asked.

“No.” He shook his head. He moved his hands up and let his finger slide over her lips. “I want to be right here. With you.” His hands slid down to her arms that were crossed over her chest. He uncrossed them, and pulled her toward him.

He could feel her heart beating under the sweatshirt. He put his mouth down to kiss her, but right before he could, she turned away. He bit his lip to keep from moaning. That’s how bad he needed her.

“We need to get out of the room,” she said. “Before I do something I’ll regret.”

“I think you should do it,” Jay said. “I mean, what’s life without regret?”

She shook her head. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Where are we going?” Jay wanted to know. “Because to be honest, I’d rather just stay in.”

He moved his lips toward hers again, and again, she shook her head.

“I know exactly where to go.”

***

Alyssa took him to the pool. It was a tactical error for a few reasons.

One, she didn’t realize that the pool was going to be closed. It turned out Brooklyn actually did sleep, at least when it came to hotel pools.

It was actually an easy problem to get around, though, since once the concierge saw who wanted to use the pool, i.e. Jay Havens, he fell all over himself opening it up for them and making sure they had enough clean towels and that the lighting was right.

The second and bigger problem, however, was that once the concierge had left, Alyssa realized Jay actually wanted to swim. She’d thought that perhaps they’d be able to just sit by the side of the pool, dipping their feet in lazily while they made polite conversation.

But once they were alone, Jay wasted no time. He grinned and then took his shirt off.

Oh, my. Alyssa had thought that baseball players were supposed to be out of shape, that they didn’t really do much running. Isn’t that what everyone always said? But Jay…Jay’s body was spectacular. Even better than she’d fantasized about.

His chest was lightly tanned and smooth, with just a little bit of hair in between his pecs. His arms were muscular and cut, but not too muscular.

He had the kind of body that looked like it belonged on an athlete, but it was the body of an athlete who didn’t look like he cared about getting his hands dirty.

A line of hair started at his belly button and formed a path down to his jeans. Jay undid the button fly and pulled off his pants, leaving him in just his boxers. His legs were just as toned and perfect as the rest of him.

“Come on,” he said, walking over toward her. “Aren’t you going to go in the water?”

“We can’t swim,” she said, rolling her eyes. The truth was, she wanted to swim. She wanted more than anything to get into that water with him, to feel her wet skin against his, to taste the water on his lips as he kissed her. But that would be very, very dangerous. And besides, she couldn’t remember what kind of underwear she was wearing.

“Yes, we can,” he said. “We can do anything we want.” His mouth was suddenly on hers, and she let his tongue into her mouth, tasting him. He was minty and spicy and perfect. She could feel his stubble against her chin, and the roughness of it started to get her turned on.

He went to lift up her shirt, and she stopped him. “Wait,” she said.

“I, um, think I have a bathing suit upstairs.” It was a lie, of course. She didn’t have a bathing suit. But she figured going upstairs would give her a chance to put on some cute underwear.

Jay grinned. “You don’t want me to see you undress,” he said.

“Fine.” He turned around and crossed his arms. “You get naked, and
then
I’ll turn around.”

Alyssa peeked under the sweatshirt and tank top she was wearing.

Shit. Her worst bra, a white one that she only wore to bed. Her panties were better, some black lacey things that she’d bought during a trip to Victoria’s Secret only because she’d gone in to buy some bubble bath and they were having a sale.

Improvising, Alyssa slipped out of her bra, pulled off her sweatshirt and pajama pants. She stood there in just her tank top and panties.

“Okay,” she said. “You can turn around.”

She expected him to make a big fuss about her not being naked. But instead, his eyes widened as he took her in. “You’re beautiful,” he said.

And then he was there, kissing her again. His hands slid down over her ass, pulling her pelvis into his. She felt his hard cock against her, and she wanted it so bad that her first instinct was to pull back, because she couldn’t take it.

She broke off the kiss and moaned, but he held her close, making her feel his erection against her. He bit her bottom lip softly while he looked into her eyes.

“You ready to get wet?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He led her into the pool, and the water was warm against her skin.

She felt her t-shirt cling to her breasts like a second skin, and her nipples were so hard she could feel them against the fabric.

He kissed her again, pulling away every so often to look into her eyes and run his fingers over her cheekbone, down her jawline, over her lips, across her collarbone. Then his lips were back on hers, his tongue in her mouth, his fingers flicking over the top of her tank top, teasing her nipples.

“Are you wet yet?” he asked gruffly.

“Yes,” she said.

“Wet enough for me to touch?”

She moaned, unable to answer, and felt his fingers move gently over her legs and up in between her thighs. He moved over her panties, rubbing lightly. She pushed herself into his fingers, wanting to feel him, wanting more. But every time she did, he would pull back, teasing her.

He kept it up for what felt like hours, rubbing over her panties, pulling back when he could tell he was getting her really going. Finally, he lifted up her shirt and pulled it off, tossing it into the water.

He lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the hot peak. She moaned and leaned back. She’d never felt anything like this. Her whole body was on fire.

He reached behind her again, pulling her against his bare chest, her breasts flattening out against his body. He kissed her, long and deep and hard, this time not teasing.

He picked her up in his arms and set her up on the edge of the pool.

“Lean back, sweetheart,” he whispered, and she did as she was told.

She felt his hands reach up and grab the sides of her panties, pulling them down and off her legs. Then his hands were on her again, up and over her thighs, gently spreading them apart.

He brought his mouth down, and at first, all she felt was the warmth of his breath. She shivered, because her skin was cold from being in the water. And then his mouth was on her clit, sucking it, his tongue flicking in a circle, up and down and over her slit.

Heat spread through her body, and she wanted to take the back of his head and pull him into her, but she knew if she did, he would pull back.

He licked and sucked until she was right on the edge of climax, and then, just when he knew she was about to come, he would go slower until she calmed down. Then he would speed up again, bringing her back to the edge.

“Oh, my God,” she moaned. She looked at him, watched him licking her, and she was so hot and turned on she thought she was going to lose her mind.

“Are you ready to feel me inside you?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said. She bit her lip to keep from begging.

He pulled her back into the water, and slipped his shorts off. She wrapped her legs around him, and she could feel the hardness of his cock against her stomach.

“Do you want me?” he whispered into her ear.

She didn’t trust herself to speak, so she just nodded. “I want you so bad,” he whispered. “You are so beautiful.” His lips were on her neck, and she leaned back, letting him trail kisses down and over her breasts. He pushed her hair back from her face and then his lips were back on hers.

She opened her legs just a little, and the tip of his cock slid in.

“Okay?” he asked, his eyes searching hers.

She nodded, then moved her body so that she slid all the way down.

Their foreheads were touching, and they looked into each other’s eyes as he slowly moved inside of her. She rocked up and down, but his hands were on her ass, and he controlled the pace, keeping her from going too fast.

Slowly, he let her move faster, stopping every so often to hold her still and kiss her. And then, finally, just when she thought she really was going to go insane, he let her go faster. She slid up and down his cock, until waves of pleasure enveloped her. She buried her head in his shoulder to keep from crying out as her orgasm washed over her. She felt him fill her at the same time, and then they were moving slower and slower until their bodies stopped and they both collapsed against each other, spent.

He kissed her again.

~Chapter Eight~

Jay could not believe he’d just had sex with Alyssa Cotler. Actually, he could believe it. When Steve had told him to stay away from her, it had just made him want her more.

But it wasn’t just that. She was amazing. Beautiful, and the best sex he’d ever had.

What he couldn’t believe was the way he felt right now. Like he wanted to stay here, close to her, holding her in his arms all night. They’d spread towels out next to pool, and they were lying there now, the night sky shining down through the glass ceiling above them.

Alyssa lay in the crook of his arm, naked. He ran his fingers up and down her body, and felt her heart beating against his.

“That was amazing,” he said honestly. “You’re amazing.”

“You say that to everyone,” she said. But she snuggled in closer to him.

“I don’t,” he said honestly. In fact, she was the first woman he’d said that to. Usually once he was done having sex with a woman, he wanted them to leave as soon as possible. But Alyssa was different. He didn’t want her out of his sight.