Page 119 of Stolen Bases

My insides are liquid as I continue ogling him.

My baseball god.

He is so much more than a sexy man with a deliciously ripped body. Cam’s thoughtful, sweet, and has the biggest heart. He’s a true family man, and the soft spot he has for his niece and nephew only makes him more endearing to me.

Cameron Miller is one of a kind. And mine.

Holding in a groan, I eat up the sight of his corded biceps and forearms. I can’t stop thinking about climbing him like a tree and having my way with him.

Why does he have to live so damn far?

I watch Cam press his lips into a firm line and keep his eyes on the road. He switches the station again, just as a cute pop song ends andWatermelon Sugarbegins. He curses under his breath as I bite back my laugh. He’s as afflicted with thoughts of sex as I am.

His strewn Evaders hat catches my eye from the floorboard. From the corner of his eye, he watches me pick it up and place it on my head. Even with my braided hair, it’s too big, but the scent of his musky bergamot shampoo has me never wanting to take it off. I take a deep breath, letting his scent envelop me in a warm hug.

“You’re killing me,” Cam mumbles, his eyebrows pinched together.

“What?”

“You’re wearing my hat.” He points at my head.

“Oh, sorry.” My cheeks flush at being caught sniffing his hat. I reach up to take it off when he stops me.

“Don’t. Keep it on.” His eyes shift between me and the road. He clears his throat and grits out, “You look so fucking hot. I can’t wait to see you in nothing but my hat.”

My eyes close with a moan, picturing Cam on his back while I ride him, wearing his hat.

“Someday or today?” The question slips without thought.

“Please stop talking. I’m so fucking hard for you right now. I’m seconds away from pulling over and fucking you right here on the side of the highway.”

I squeeze my thighs together and hiss, “Yes.”

Based on the songs that have been playing, I’m pretty sure the universe thinks Cam should make good on his promise. As if to say “duh”, the next song starts and Camila Cabello sings about doing bad things.

Cam all but growls as he turns off the music.

“Not doing it,” he grunts through clenched teeth. He grips the steering wheel so hard I’m afraid he might rip it off.

I shift in my seat, facing forward. As much as I would love for him to lose control, I’d much rather it be somewhere more private. For now.

It takes far too long for us to arrive at Cam’s gorgeous beach house. By the time the garage door closes, I’m ready to come out of my skin. I unbuckle my seatbelt and reach for the handle.

“Stay put,” Cam orders. Not waiting for an answer, he’s out of the car and at my door, yanking it open in a flash. He grips my waist and lifts me out. His mouth is on mine before my arms and legs are around him. Without bothering to close the car door, he rushes us inside.

His tongue curls and massages mine in a frenzied kiss that’s wild and wet. We tug and pull at one another, fighting to get closer, the tension between us at an all-time high.

We’re a stick of dynamite ready to explode.

My back hits the hard wall as Cam devours my mouth. He squeezes the globes of my ass, and I hope the bruises his fingers leave behind never fade. I want him to leave his mark on me.

I break away, nipping and licking his neck. His skin pebbles, and I get a raspy “Fuck yes!” from him. He thrusts his hips into mine, and I’m about ten seconds away from coming. I hold back, fighting the heat gathering in my lower belly.

Cam sucks on my neck and earlobe, whispering, “Come for me, Talia.”

“No. Not without you,” I whine.

His hips still as he leans back to look me in the eye. Pupils blown, he stares at me with such intense heat I could burn to a crisp. “Are you sure?”

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