He must have seen the offer in my expression because he shook his head. “Bite your lip, Gia,” he said. “Just like you were doing when I was hitting.”
He’d seen that? Of course he had. Catchers knew everything that was going on around them. And Connor was one of the best.
So I smiled at him. I thought of the crack of the bat and of what I’d been thinking. I thought about putting my mouth on him and sucking. And I thought of him spreading me wide and thrusting inside.
“Just like that,” he said, his voice a low groan. “Just. Like. That.”
I watched his face, but in my peripheral vision, I saw his hand work. Large fingers gripped his penis. Quick strokes. Faster. Faster. And then, because he was watching me, I lifted my breasts and pulled on my nipples.
It was a porn movie look, one I’d never done before in my entire life. But it was worth it to see his breath catch and his body jerk. Semen exploded out from him, and his eyes dropped to half-mast. I watched his lips curve in pleasure.
Joy.
A fierce, secret joy.
Chapter Five
Connor
Pleasure burst out from inside me, like a bright sun flaring hot in pulses, and all because of Gia. I knew that, but I was still immersed in the happiness of it. Too drenched in the light to find her.
But then it dimmed, as it always did. My hand relaxed, my shoulders drooped. Weakness invaded, and I opened my eyes to see her. Naked except for her panties. Flushed from her own orgasm, with her hair in a messy ponytail that I found utterly charming. But what held my attention was her expression as she watched me. There was simple, clear happiness in her eyes as they met mine.
“You’re beautiful,” she murmured.
I ought to be insulted. Guys weren’t beautiful, but the way she said it made me heat with pleasure.
“You, too,” I rasped, and I meant it.
And there went the last of the afterglow, as we both descended into awkward silence. I had to clean up. People were going to come looking for us soon. And though this had been the hottest sexual experience of my life, I didn’t exactly want to date her. She was a complication that I didn’t need. And yet, when she’d watched me at batting practice, I couldn’t think of anything but plunging myself balls deep inside her.
I broke first, my thoughts darkening by the second, and looked away from her.
I moved toward the counter, and as I began to clean up, I thought she would too. Instead, she settled her hip on the sink, folded her arms beneath her breasts and just watched me, a speculative look on her face.
I didn’t want to look at her, but it was hard not to. She was right there, all plump and curvy. She brushed her hair from her eyes, and her ponytail came tumbling down. Lush dark curls dropped to her shoulders and coiled around her breasts without quite hiding her nipples. I was efficient with what I was doing, but my attention was riveted on the sight of her.
A normal man would have preened, but I didn’t like the scrutiny. Not when I hadn’t a clue what the woman was thinking. Her bright brown eyes seemed to dance with intelligence, but she never said a word.
“What?” I asked.
“What, what?” she countered in a mischievous tone.
“You’re staring.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“So are you, but I’m not staring.”
She giggled, and the sound had a magical quality to it. “Maybe I’m happy and don’t want it to end just yet.”
I envied her that, so I nodded and finished cleaning up. Pulling up my pants, I put everything back in place. All neat and tidy. Then I turned and faced her.
Wow, nearly naked Gia—full frontal—was a gut-punch of glory. My hands twitched with the need to touch her. My mouth watered, and my libido surged again. It was all I could do to stand there and not go to her. I saw now that she was less casual about her pose than she pretended. She was chewing on her lips, and her chest was starting to flush.
“Do you need help getting dressed?” She flashed me a confused look, and I gestured to her dress. “Zipping up.”
“No, I’ve got it. But I’m wondering what happens now. Are you going to ask me out to dinner or something?” Was there a hopeful note in her tone? I couldn’t tell.
