Again with the possessiveness. But he couldn’t help it.
“Does it matter?” She smiled because she thought she was being cute. He really wanted to know who she’d be spending her time with when he was busy with the team. “I have several friends.”
“Don’t taunt me.”
“Can I get back to you?” she challenged.
“Touché.” Her fiery side fascinated him. “You’re a spunky one. I like when you test me. It makes things interesting.”
“Not used to a woman with her own mind?”
“I never cared if she had her own mind. I don’t usually talk this much.”
“I’m teaching you all sorts of new things.”
“That you are,” he agreed, because in a few short weeks she had changed his outlook on several of his ideas. “I’m hoping I taught you some new things last night too.”
“I’ll never tell.” She grinned before changing the subject. “I’m coming to the game you’re pitching in when you’re in Massachusetts.”
“You might distract me.”
“I’ll try to behave.” She wasn’t close enough, so he shifted her into his lap. “Although, my dad won’t be rooting for Kingston.”
“Really? Not even with Nic on the team? The fans love him in Boston, even if he doesn’t play for their hometown.”
“My dad wasn’t always a fan of his.”
“Why not? Everybody loves Nic.” He was often voted the most charismatic player. In polls, he was always top among the crowds. On fan appreciation day Nic’s lines for pictures and autographs were always the longest.
“It’s a long story, but they’ve found common ground now.”
“I’m guessing he doesn’t want his beautiful, intelligent daughters falling for baseball players.” He finished his beer and set it on the ground next to him. “Smart man.”
“Too late.” She rolled her eyes.
“Have you fallen for me?” He lay her down on the towel and moved on top of her, curious for her answer.
“It must be that southern allure of yours.”
“It has to do with the things I do to you.” He unwrapped her bathing suit cover-up, spreading it apart to reveal her lower half. “You’ve been thinking about it all day. Haven’t you?”
“Once or twice.” She bit the bottom corner of her lip, trying to keep her cool, but he knew what she wanted.
“You’re not being honest.” He maneuvered his hand inside her bottoms, pressing his thumb to her slit. “Are you?”
“Maybe it was more like three or four.” She squirmed when he fingered her. “Eight or ten.”
“That’s more like it.” He kissed her neck. “I’ve thought about it at least twenty times.”
“Really?” She pressed her hand into his back when he traveled down her neck, working his way to her stomach. “Wait.” She sat up. “Don’t.”
“Why not?” He looked around. “No one will come down here. The beer’s at the house.”
“I want to...” She bit her lip again, not looking so innocent this time as she looked down at his crotch. “Since you were so generous in the shower today I’d like to return the favor.”
“Yeah?” His dick jumped to attention when he thought about her hot, skilled mouth wrapped around it. “I won’t argue.”
“Good.” She sat on her knees, pushing him down onto the towel. “I didn’t get enough last night.” She lowered her head, reaching for the string on his bathing suit. “Don’t stop me this time.”
“Fuck,” he whispered as her silky hair swept over his stomach. “Your spunky side will do just fine.” He closed his eyes and savored the feel of her mouth, gripping her locks as she began his descent into absolute bliss.
Chapter 9
Rosalie sat at the bar of the chic Italian restaurant her father chose for dinner. Her parents were on their way, but Nic and Sage were held up at a press conference. Sage had sent a text saying they would be there soon.
“Rosie,” a male voice said from behind her.
She turned to find an old friend standing behind her. “Aaron, what are you doing here?” She
“Does it matter?” She smiled because she thought she was being cute. He really wanted to know who she’d be spending her time with when he was busy with the team. “I have several friends.”
“Don’t taunt me.”
“Can I get back to you?” she challenged.
“Touché.” Her fiery side fascinated him. “You’re a spunky one. I like when you test me. It makes things interesting.”
“Not used to a woman with her own mind?”
“I never cared if she had her own mind. I don’t usually talk this much.”
“I’m teaching you all sorts of new things.”
“That you are,” he agreed, because in a few short weeks she had changed his outlook on several of his ideas. “I’m hoping I taught you some new things last night too.”
“I’ll never tell.” She grinned before changing the subject. “I’m coming to the game you’re pitching in when you’re in Massachusetts.”
“You might distract me.”
“I’ll try to behave.” She wasn’t close enough, so he shifted her into his lap. “Although, my dad won’t be rooting for Kingston.”
“Really? Not even with Nic on the team? The fans love him in Boston, even if he doesn’t play for their hometown.”
“My dad wasn’t always a fan of his.”
“Why not? Everybody loves Nic.” He was often voted the most charismatic player. In polls, he was always top among the crowds. On fan appreciation day Nic’s lines for pictures and autographs were always the longest.
“It’s a long story, but they’ve found common ground now.”
“I’m guessing he doesn’t want his beautiful, intelligent daughters falling for baseball players.” He finished his beer and set it on the ground next to him. “Smart man.”
“Too late.” She rolled her eyes.
“Have you fallen for me?” He lay her down on the towel and moved on top of her, curious for her answer.
“It must be that southern allure of yours.”
“It has to do with the things I do to you.” He unwrapped her bathing suit cover-up, spreading it apart to reveal her lower half. “You’ve been thinking about it all day. Haven’t you?”
“Once or twice.” She bit the bottom corner of her lip, trying to keep her cool, but he knew what she wanted.
“You’re not being honest.” He maneuvered his hand inside her bottoms, pressing his thumb to her slit. “Are you?”
“Maybe it was more like three or four.” She squirmed when he fingered her. “Eight or ten.”
“That’s more like it.” He kissed her neck. “I’ve thought about it at least twenty times.”
“Really?” She pressed her hand into his back when he traveled down her neck, working his way to her stomach. “Wait.” She sat up. “Don’t.”
“Why not?” He looked around. “No one will come down here. The beer’s at the house.”
“I want to...” She bit her lip again, not looking so innocent this time as she looked down at his crotch. “Since you were so generous in the shower today I’d like to return the favor.”
“Yeah?” His dick jumped to attention when he thought about her hot, skilled mouth wrapped around it. “I won’t argue.”
“Good.” She sat on her knees, pushing him down onto the towel. “I didn’t get enough last night.” She lowered her head, reaching for the string on his bathing suit. “Don’t stop me this time.”
“Fuck,” he whispered as her silky hair swept over his stomach. “Your spunky side will do just fine.” He closed his eyes and savored the feel of her mouth, gripping her locks as she began his descent into absolute bliss.
Chapter 9
Rosalie sat at the bar of the chic Italian restaurant her father chose for dinner. Her parents were on their way, but Nic and Sage were held up at a press conference. Sage had sent a text saying they would be there soon.
“Rosie,” a male voice said from behind her.
She turned to find an old friend standing behind her. “Aaron, what are you doing here?” She
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