Page 60 of Bad Ball Hitter
“Don’t you want me?” I ask, a slight tease to my voice and knowing full well his erection answers that question.
A dark chuckle escapes his mouth. “Oh, I want you. I want to back you against the wall, hike your skirt above your hips, rip these silk undies off, and bury myself deep inside. But I also want you sprawled on my bed where I can take my time.” The tip of his nose drags along my neck as the backs of his knuckles run along the curve of my ass. “To cherish every inch of your delicate flesh.”
I’m liquid heat and throbbing anticipation, the ache between my legs intensifying. “You don’t have to choose, Drake,” I whisper back. It’s bold, bolder than I’ve ever been with him before, but the truth is, I’ve missed him more than words can express.
His eyes meet mine again, dark and haunted by an inner turmoil I can only begin to comprehend. He’s on the edge of a precipice, teetering between the past and the present. “Lila,” he begins, his voice barely more than a murmur.
I place a finger against his lips, cutting off whatever protest he’s about to make. “Tonight, let’s forget everything else. No past mistakes, no future uncertainties … just us.”
He looked at me for what felt like an eternity before nodding resolutely. “Just us,” he repeated in a hushed tone that reverberated through me like the most beautiful melody.
With a slight nod, I capture his lips again, and our intensity flares up like wildfire. The warmth of his skin against mine. His ragged breaths. The taste of sweet need in our shared kiss. Everything is so visceral, so alive, so real. It’s intoxicating.
His hands venture under my shirt, tracing lines of fire on my bare skin. His touch is electric, causing a shiver to ripple through me and lighting me up from within. I let out a soft moan, pulling him closer still. The taste of his tongue dancing with mine is addicting, setting my senses ablaze.
The boy from my past transformed into this man, and wow, does he know what he’s doing. I can’t seem to get enough, as need pools low in my belly.
With one swift movement, he hoists me up by my ass, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. Our lips stay locked together as we move from the hallway to his bedroom. My arms tighten their hold around his neck as if I’m never letting go.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Drake
We reach my room, and my entire body fills with excitement as Lila looks up at me with those heavy-lidded eyes full of longing and uncertainty. I never thought I’d have her in my life again, let alone my bed.
My throat tightens as I say, “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”
I claim her lips before she can reply. She didn’t say it back earlier, and my ego can’t handle another rejection. Though, with her ass in my arms and legs wrapped around me, I doubt anything is going to tame the beast in my shorts. He remembers all too well how good it feels to be inside her, drowning in her wetness.
The hunger in her kiss tells me I don’t need to hear the words, and my body relaxes as we stumble to the bed. I break our connection and gently ease her onto the mattress, towering above her momentarily to admire how she looks. Lips swollen. Cheeks flushed. What a sight to be beholden. She’s so damn beautiful, I can hardly breathe. Closing the distance, I lower myself, aligning my body with hers. There is no rush this time; there is only the overwhelming sense of belonging, a feeling I have missed more than I had realized.
“I’ve missed you too,” she whispers as my lips trace kisses across her jaw and down her throat.
My entire body alights at those words I didn’t realize I needed to hear so badly. As the need to devour this woman surges, I remind myself to take my time. She’s worth every long and agonizing minute it takes to worship.
Her fingers thread through my tousled hair, guiding me lower as the scruff of my beard leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Every hesitation seems to fade away in the heat of the moment, replaced by a shared desire that is too powerful to resist.
Meeting her gaze again, I shift my weight onto one elbow while my hand gently cups her face. The sincerity in her gaze tugs at something deep within me, stirring emotions I thought were long buried.
“I want us to be better this time,” I murmur against her lips. “No more secrets or misunderstandings between us.” The promise hangs heavy in the air like a fragile thread connecting our hearts. Her face holds the emotion she’s unable to convey, and when an unexpected tear slips down her cheek, I wipe it away with a tender swipe of my thumb before leaning down to kiss her again, sealing our silent agreement. We lose ourselves in each other’s arms. There’s solace in the belief that second chances do exist, and sometimes even sweeter than the first go-around.
My cock pushes against my zipper, throbbing and hard, wanting to join the party. But I’m savoring this moment and stretching it as far as possible. Our bubble will burst once she learns the truth, and I’ll never get this back. It may be selfish, but I’m not a stranger to that title. I’ve worn the fucking crown. But I’m going to satisfy my queen before the damn thing gets tarnished again.
I slide my fingers down her chest, tracing the outline of her body as I slowly unbutton her shirt. Her breath hitches as my warm, callused hands explore every inch of her skin. Relearning her. Not that I could have forgotten one inch of her body, but she’s a grown woman now, sporting a hell of a lot more curves than back in our teenage days. And oh, how I love her curves. Soft. Voluptuous. Perfection.
But she’s so damn responsive. The soft moans. The heavy breathing. The involuntary arch in her back to get closer to me. It’s so hot. So incredible. It makes me mourn the time we’ve spent away from each other. Time we’ll never get back.
I remove her shirt, leaving her exposed and vulnerable, yet she seems perfectly content. She reciprocates by pulling off my shirt. Her eyes widen as she takes in my body.
“You’ve changed since high school.” The slight tease in her voice makes me smile.
“So have you, Tiger. All for the better.”
She doesn’t say another word before unbuttoning my jeans, her fingers fumbling slightly with nerves and excitement. Her tongue dips out as she concentrates on lowering my zipper. I stand and help her out. As my pants fall to the floor, her eyes are drawn to the one part of my body I wish could’ve been saved for her. She kept my heart, but I was reckless with the rest.
She reaches out to touch me, but I push her hands away. “Not yet. This is all for you.”
I go in for one more kiss before I move down to her waist, unfastening her skirt and pulling it off along with her underwear. I brush my fingers along her ankles and take my time working back up her leg.