Spring Training by Stacey Lynn Rhodes Page A

hand.
    “Whoa. We can’t do this,” Teri whispered urgently, dying to see more of him in the light of day, but very conscious of her son just down the hall.
    Sure we can … Her body was all in favor of the idea.
    “Sure we can, if you hurry up,” he persuaded. “You should know better than anyone he takes forever in the shower. C’mon.” He beckoned, backing toward the bathroom. “C’mon, Teri,” he repeated in a low, sexy rumble. His gaze was locked on hers and she had to fight to keep from taking a step toward him.
    It wasn’t as though Em was going to search her out anytime soon. In fact, she’d be lucky if she got him out of his room to eat dinner. So really, there was nothing keeping her from indulging. Just two consenting adults…
    “Just…wait.” She held up her hand and watched him make an effort try to smooth his features as he battled his disappointment. That show of maturity and restraint more than anything made up her mind for her.
    She whipped her own shirt over her head and watched his jaw drop.
    “Okay, now you can take off your pants.”

Chapter Seven
     
     
     
    Aaron’s erection came roaring back to life at the unexpected vision of Teri’s small but perfect, pink-tipped breasts as she stood topless, hands on hips, waiting impatiently for him to strip. He tried to catch up mentally. He’d just been joking when he’d first suggested a shower together, but then her tempted look and lack of immediate refusal had fired his imagination. It had been disappointing, but not wholly unexpected, when she had balked once in his room, so he’d given it one last shot by groveling, not expecting it to work.
    Not wanting to waste another minute, he toed off his shoes and stripped his socks off then pushed his pants down, kicking them aside. That left him in his plain, white jock, and he paused, arrested by the blatant admiration in Teri’s eyes.
    He knew he was in good shape, but his body’s appearance became more important to him now as she devoured his form with her hungry gaze. Knowing she watched every movement, he palmed his aching cock over the jock, giving it some much needed counter-pressure.
    Her pink tongue snuck out and ran over her lips, leaving a shine he wanted to kiss away. Aaron cocked a brow at her. “Okay, pants are off. What now?”
    Teri smiled sensuously and toed off her sandals, giving a sexy shimmy as she slid her shorts down her tanned legs, leaving her in only a pair of simple white panties. “Turn around,” she ordered.
    Aaron hated to look away, but complied, slowly turning.
    “Stop.”
    He halted his movement and sensed Teri step up close behind him. A bit of movement, then a pair of panties went sailing past him toward his bed. Before he could turn back around, she grasped him by the hips and slid her fingers under the thick elastic of the jock’s waistband.
    Alternating side-to-side, she slowly pushed the elastic down until it was caught on his almost painfully erect cock. He held his breath, bracing for the coming discomfort but not wanting to interrupt the moment. As if realizing his dilemma, she reached around and took his cock in a tantalizingly brief grip, just long enough to clear the waistband, as she pulled the garment down to the tops of his thighs.
    Aaron could sense her kneel down behind him and fought a burst of lust at the mental picture of Teri, nude and on her knees. She finished pulling his jock down to his ankles and let him step out. Then, instead of standing back up, she began stroking down his thighs and he felt her give a gentle bite to his ass cheek.
    “Ahh.” His head dropped back and his dick gave a heart-stopping jerk as he fought to keep from coming right then and there. She nibbled around to his hip, continuing her light massage of his legs, while turning him around.
    Teri zeroed in on his hipbone and he had to fight to keep from pushing her to the floor and pouncing on her. Watching her head move, just inches from his straining