“This is Broken Bow. Nothing’s fancy here, which is why I like it.” Then he grinned. “How about a picnic? I know a few spots.”
“Out of the public eye? Afraid too many fans are going to crash our evening?”
He rolled his eyes. “You have no idea.”
I did, actually. All I had to do was remember how everyone here had a Rob story. If we went to a restaurant in town, he’d spend the whole time signing autographs or reminiscing with someone about how he’d dominated a Little League playoff game.
I stood up, my expression softening. “Picnic it is. I’ll be ready at six.”
He mirrored my movement, then wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “So is this the point where I gallantly offer to escort you home?”
“I’d rather not walk all the way to the motel.”
“I’ll take you.” We started walking back toward the house. Then he flashed me a wicked grin. “Have you ever ridden on a motorcycle?”
I blinked. “What? No.”
“Great. I always like it when I’m a girl’s first.”
Chapter Fourteen
Rob
I didn’t expect Heidi to be impressed by my grandfather’s Indian Scout motorcycle, but it didn’t matter. She listened as I pulled off the cover of the vintage machine. She let me ramble on about when my grandfather had bought it over my grandmother’s objection, and how he’d paid for my motorcycle lessons when I was in high school. She laughed when I told her how he chewed me out for being reckless as a teen, and she smiled when I offered her the extra helmet.
It was the smile that slayed me.
I’d been trying to be good all evening. Even though I’d had a boner from the moment I’d seen her walking along the street, I’d kept myself away from her. No intimate touching. No kissing. Except for by the fire pit, of course. I wanted us to talk, and we’d managed that fairly well. But right now, she was smiling at me after listening to my stories about my grandfather. And she was about to wrap her arms around me and press her face to my back as we roared through Broken Bow. She was going to touch me, and I was going to think of nothing but being with her again. About her heat and her wetness, and how nothing felt better than when I was thrusting inside her.
And that really threw me. Sure I’d obsessed about her after spring break. And I must have set a record for the number of times I’d jerked off to my fantasies about her. But this was something different. Something deeper. This was at the level of baseball and that shook the very foundation of my world. Nothing and no one had touched me as deep as baseball, and yet suddenly there was Heidi. What if I had to choose between her and baseball? I didn’t know which I’d pick.
“Heidi,” I groaned, just because I needed to say her name aloud. We were in the garage, but it was a huge space complete with a pull-out couch and an entire wall of my baseball trophies. Mom hadn’t added them to the Wall of Accomplishments in the house, but she’d let me keep them here where I’d spent hours lifting weights, bullshitting with my friends, or tinkering with my grandfather’s motorcycle.
And now I wanted nothing more than to lay Heidi down on the couch while I reacquainted myself with every luscious inch of her.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she murmured, her gaze roving over my face.
“Like what?” I asked as I used my free hand to tug her closer to me.
“Like you did in Florida. Like I’m the most amazing woman in the world.”
I grinned. “You are.”
“It’s just flattery.”
I stroked her cheek and let my thumb roll over the plump curve of her lips. “Do you know what baseball babes are like?”
She arched a brow. “Big boobs, worshiping smiles, hanging on your every word?”
“You’re smart, and I love that. You challenge me and make me think. Whenever I see you, I want you so bad, I can’t breathe.”
Her mouth opened, but she didn’t speak. She just stared at me as if I’d said something she couldn’t understand. Which was bullshit. How could she not know that she was incredible? So I kissed her. I pulled her tight against me and I dove into her. I stroked her mouth, I let my hands drop to the full curve of her bottom, and I let my dick thrust against her.
So good. She felt so good especially when her hands curled over my shoulders, and she pulled herself higher against my body. I felt the roll of her hips and the tight points of her breasts. I curled my hands beneath her bottom and helped her lift up against me. We were still kissing. I was thrusting my tongue into her mouth like a madman. And the need to be inside her everywhere, everyhow pounded in my body, especially when she wrapped her legs around my hips.
My groin was pushing against her and our jeans were a maddening barrier, but I couldn’t stop kissing her long enough to fix it. And then she broke away.
“Just for now.” She gasped. “Right here. There are no cameras, no recording. Nothing.”
