Page 17 of Stolen Bases

Listening to the warning in my head is the smart thing to do. I’m about to start my new role at the hospital. I don’t need complications in my life.

Nico and I get out of the car and head inside the house. The entire place is dark when we walk in. Cam’s probably hiding in his bedroom.

I say goodnight to Nico and lock myself in the small guest room Nico set me up in, next door to his room.

Plopping back onto the neatly made bed, I stare at the ceiling. I’m in that weird state between exhausted and completely exhilarated, and I can’t get the look of hurt in Cam’s eyes when I pulled Nico out of the restaurant out of my mind.

Now, he’s sleeping down the hall.

A man I barely know and am insanely attracted to.

A man my brother hates more than anything.

A man who kissed me like no one else before.

My lips tingle at the memory. The way his tongue seductively slid against mine in slow and controlled movements as my panties flooded with arousal. His touch was gentle and possessive.

Everything around us melted away as we made out like we had all the time in the world.

Knock it off.He’s off limits.

I need to stop thinking about Cam and that kiss. It can’t happen again. Ever.

Shower?Yes, a shower will help me clear my head.

After a quick rinse, I throw on a pair of shorts and an oversized T-shirt, and climb into bed. As I slip between the cool sheets, I pray for sleep to claim me. Unfortunately, I can’t stop my thoughts from drifting to Cam.

What is he doing? Sleeping? Or is he thinking about me too?

Oh, goddess in heaven, why am I thinking about him? He’s a freaking no-go.

For the next—I don’t know how long—I toss and turn, unable to get comfortable as I replay the events of the night and everything that happened between us.

From the moment he sat down, I knew I was in trouble.

Cameron Miller has this magnetism about him. I could tell he was trying to stay under the radar, but his presence attracts people. He attracted me. I couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes shined with love and longing as he stared at pictures of his nephew. I knew I couldn’t sit there and not talk to him.

I had to know more.

I knew I shouldn’t because my brother hates him—like, really hates him—but I was intrigued. Still am.

I have always thought Cameron Miller was good-looking, but the pictures don’t do the man justice.

He has the whole “tall, dark, and handsome” thing going for him, and let me tell you, it works. His brown hair is a little shaggy and curls up at the ends in a sexy just-crawled-out-of-bed kind of way. He’s tall with thick muscles that make him look carved from stone and has the dreamiest hazel eyes I’ve ever seen. They are mesmerizing—amber, brown around his irises, bleeding to gold striations and then into a deep-green ring around the pupil.

Cam is gorgeous, and no matter what Nico says, he’s also a very talented baseball player. I’ve been to enough Saints vs. Evaders games to know that, aside from my brother, Cam is by far one of the best players in the league.

Talking to him was natural, easy. Even the silly pickup lines and flirty banter we shared put me at ease. So much ease that I ended up telling him about Kyle, which led to us kissing.

The kiss.

I have never been kissed like that before in my life. He stole my breath and somehow breathed life into my empty, lonely soul.

I’ll never forget the way my skin lit up, on fire, as he ran his hands up my arms and dug his fingers into my hair. The gentle way his thumb caressed my jaw before he kissed me. How his pupils dilated right before he closed them and covered my mouth with his.

The kiss. The kiss. The kiss.

I grab a pillow and throw it over my head, muffling my growl. Maybe if I suffocate myself to sleep, I’ll stop thinking about the sexy baseball player my brother just banned me from going anywhere near.

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