Page 47 of Payoff Pitch
“You had a batting cage installed along with a several-thousand-dollar pitching machine. I’m the one spoiling her?”
“Hmm. Fair point.”
He walks over and reaches down to pick her up. I can’t helpbut take a deep inhale. He smells so manly. I want to lick the sweat off his body.
I hear him inhale too. Was he smelling me? It was probably Harper. She always smells like her baby shampoo. I love it.
As he lifts her, a bag of Skittles falls from her pocket. We both smile at each other.
As I’m walking down to the cage, I hear the first crackle of thunder. Oh shit. I better hurry.
I run down and am picking up the balls when it starts to downpour. Hard. I’m running around to get everything under cover while my hair and clothes are getting completely soaked.
There’s a sudden bolt of lightning, illuminating the sky enough for me to see Tanner run into the cage.
He shouts, “You shouldn’t be in here with the lightning. It’s not safe. I’ll do it.”
He’s quickly grabbing balls on the other side, trying to get them out of harm’s way. The rain is pummeling both of us.
I see him making his way toward home plate. I yell out that it will be slippery, but he doesn’t stray from his path, steps on home plate, slips, and falls hard onto his back.
He lets out a grunt as I run over to him and fall to my knees next to him. “Are you okay?”
He grumbles, “Give me a second. That hurt.”
He lets out a few moans of pain.
After a few moments of him lying in what is now a puddle, I grab his hand and pull him into a seated position. “We should get you inside. Maybe take some Ibuprofen before bed.”
He subtly nods but doesn’t otherwise move. We stare at each other, both uncaring that the rain is pouring down on us.
He’s gorgeous, topless, drenched, and so damn sexy. The raindrops falling down his bare body only add to the appeal. I’ve never in my life wanted a man the way I want him.
Rain catches on both of our thick eyelashes as we continue to silently stare. The intensity of the mutual attraction is palpable. I know he must feel it too.
Heat is radiating off his body. He’s staring at me like he wants to devour me. Iwanthim to devour me.
His face is almost pained as he reaches out to move my hair off my face. His thumb runs along my lips. He breathes, “You’re so beautiful.”
I can’t help but reach out and run my fingertips over his beard. Something I’ve been dying to do since I met him. He’s the one who’s beautiful.
It finally becomes too much for both of us. We slowly move our lips toward the other’s until they meet for the first time.
The kiss is tentative, as if he’s savoring it. It starts off soft and sweet. Almost like his lips are brushing over mine, testing the waters.
In mere seconds, he grabs the hair on the back of my head and pulls me closer. The kiss deepens as his tongue slides into my mouth.
His taste is so Tanner. It’s masculine and minty with a hint of sophisticated cigar and whiskey. I’m immediately lost in it, wanting to explore all of him.
He easily lifts me and maneuvers my hips until I’m straddling his lap and then grabs my ass pulling my center to his hardness. Hislong, thick hardness. I grab his hair and moan into his mouth, unable to help myself.
His grip on my hair tightens, which drives me wild. I can’t help but grind my hips over him. He lets out a groan into my mouth.
I’m desperately turned on. I want him to take me right here. I don’t care about the storm. In fact, the whole scene is hot as hell.
My nipples harden to a near-painful point. They’re poking through my flimsy top, rubbing against his hard chest. The throb between my legs is relentless, begging for him to touch me. To fill me.
The rain pours down on us, but neither of us pays it any attention. We’re both giving into the passion that’s been building between us.