I feel grounded.That’s what seeing her makes me feel.
“Hey, Garcia.” Those dark eyes soften, and relief washes over her.
I didn’t notice it before but after she told me about her mom, I realized how on edge she looks when I’m home later than usual. I know it worries her even though she hasn’t voiced it out loud because I feel the same when she’s in the water. It’s ridiculous considering she knows how to swim, but anything can happen.
Still, to lessen her worries, I update her when I can. I don’t give her a specific time when I’ll be home, but I let her know I’m on my way.
I don’t know what comes over me, but I drop my stuff on the ground, cut the distance between us, and cup her face, closing the space between our lips.
She gasps into my mouth but doesn’t push me away. I hear the faint smack of her wet towel hit the floor as her hands circle around my neck and lips part. I slip my tongue inside her waiting mouth, kissing her fiercely and possessively.
I’m kissing her fervently, not allowing her to catch air when she begins to pant and breathe harshly. Still, she doesn’t push me away. She lets me deepen the kiss, tasting every inch of her mouth, stroking my tongue with hers.
It’s angry, wet, and sloppy but neither one of us breaks it off. I can’t get enough of her, I need more, and I know she feels the same way because she’s letting me devour her mouth.
When I pull back, she heaves a large intake of air. She looks up at me, her brown eyes dark and intense, lips wet and swollen.
I rest my forehead against hers. All the pent-up frustration I was feeling is now gone. “Hi, Jos.”
She huffs, licking her lips. “Hey Garcia.”
I lick my own, wanting more, but I restrain myself and pull back because it just dawned on me that I’m still dirty. I didn’t shower because I didn’t feel like being around the guys.
Bending down, I pick up her towel and wrap it around her.
“Thanks.” Her gaze gravitates towards my lips that pulse and burn with the need to latch them back on hers. “Congrats on your win, Cap.”
“Let me hear it.” I grin.
She cocks a brow. “Hear what?”
“You know exactly what.”
Her lips twitch. “If you’re talking about me stroking your ego, you’re sorely mistaken. The analysts on TV did that enough.”
“But they’re not who I want to hear it from.”
She scoffs a laugh and walks past me. “Good game, Cap,” she says condescendingly then scrunches her nose.
“What?” I pick up my duffle and follow behind her as she heads up the stairs.
“Did your sixty-million-dollar showers stop working?”
The baseball facility got remodeled a year ago and apparently that’s how much it cost.
My smile widens. “Nah, it was late so I decided to shower here. Can I not do that?”
“You can but at what cost?” She glances over her shoulder as she climbs the steps, scowling. “I think I’m going to throw up.”
“I don’t smell that…” I smell myself. Jesus. “Don’t worry, I’ll scrub extra hard.”
“Please do. I’m going to have to spray the entire house down,” she says when we’re at the top and stop in the middle, standing in front of our bedroom doors.
I laugh and she smiles. Neither one of us says a word.
I feel alive.That’s what talking to her makes me feel.
She opens her mouth, I open mine, but still no words come out.
