“Is this too much?” He asks shyly as his hands rise and his large palms brush against the side of my breasts. Breathlessly, he pants, “I can stop.”
But I don’t want him to.
I want his mesmerizing touch on my skin. I want his addictive mouth all over my body. I want him to take me places I have never been before.
“Don’t,” I pant, as his tongue slips across my collarbone. The sensation takes my breath away. “Don’t stop.”
“Mercy,” he groans as his thumb brushes against my nipple sending a charge straight to my sex. “It would take a miracle to get me to stop now, Angel.”
His mouth finds mine. He anxiously sucks my breath into his lungs, leaving me delirious from the way his tongue dances with my own. His hand drops between us, and he brushes his thumb across my clit. I jolt, sucking in a sharp breath. He smiles against my lips, brushing teasingly against my center again.
“Do you know how fucking sexy that is,” he asks, as his free hand fists my hair, pulling my head gently to the side. His fingertips between my legs continue their taunting caress, and my wetness thickens. “How your body reacts, wanting me just as bad as I fucking want you. It’s my fucking kryptonite, Angel.”
“You want me?” I desperately ask.
I never thought of myself as desirable. As something any man could want. But Hunter…the way he takes control and forces me to see just how much he’s smitten with me, it gives me hope that maybe I’m not so unworthy after all.
“Angel,” he whispers, pulling back and staring deep into my eyes. “What more can I say, do, hell show you,” he trusts his length up against my inner thigh. I moan, closing my eyes and drowning in the thought of what it would feel like inside me. “What is it going to take, for you to see what I see?”
My eyes open. “What do you see?” I ask, as his forehead lowers, and he rests it against my own.
“My whole damn world staring back at me, and hell if I can go on living without it.”
“Hunter!” A voice calls from the doorway. I start to back away, embarrassed we’ve been caught, but Hunter holds me tight, making me stay in his arms.
“Yeah!” he asks, never breaking our eye contact
“Coach is calling for us to meet him in the locker room.”
“Tell him I will be right there,” Hunter says. His teammate walks off, leaving us alone. Hunter kisses me tenderly one last time before easing away.
He pulls his hat down low on his head and smiles, making me a puddle at his feet. “Now, don’t go running off during the seventh inning stretch,” he warns before turning and walking towards the door.
“Hunter!” I call out, not ready to be without him just yet after the way I just let him take me in his arms.
He turns and waits for me to respond. When I don’t, his sexy grin cocks up one side of his face. He gives me a reassuring wink that succeeds in building the confidence that was just slipping through my fingers, before tipping his hat, and walking out the door.
* * *
Tied game, bases loaded, extra innings and I’m a nervous wreck. Anxiously, I stare at Hunter’s form crouched low behind home plate from my perch above the field. The box filled with people after Hunter left, but I took to the corner of the room, found myself an empty seat, and secluded myself for the better part of one of the best games I have ever seen live.
The ball is thrown, the umpire yells "ball," and the crowd groans.
“Come on,” I hiss under my breath, then look up as three sorority girls stare at me before breaking out in giggles and rolling their eyes in my direction.
I shake off the way their stare makes me feel and focus back on the game. Hunter gives the ump a signal and I watch as he rises from his spot behind the plate and jogs out to meet the pitcher at the mound. The coach is quick to follow and soon the three of them stand in the center of the field, gloves to their mouths, discussing how in the hell they are about to get themselves out of this pickle and take the win.
Hunter stands in the middle of the field in his gear with his mask pushed back on his head and I swear I have never seen a man look sexier. He turns and looks in my direction, and I would bet money his eyes land on mine before he looks back at the two men in front of him. My heart soars thinking and hoping for things it shouldn’t. Anxiously, I shift in my seat and wait for the game to continue.
“And you are?” A voice calls from my side. I turn and lock eyes with a bleached blond sorority girl that would put Malibu Barbie to shame.
“Excuse me?” I ask.
“Well, I couldn’t help but notice, I’ve never seen you at one of these games before,” she bats her fake thick eye lashes. “It’s not like Hunter to bring around trash. Just wanted to make sure you knew how to get back to where you came from before we have to throw you out instead.”
“Excuse…”
“Are you stupid, Honey?” She laughs, propping a hand on her hip. “Because don’t make me repeat myself. Who are you? And how much longer are you planning on staying?” She throws her hair over her shoulder and rolls her eyes. “Seems like you’ve got eyes for Hunter.”
