Page 45 of Stolen Bases

The metallic scent of electricity from a lightning strike swirls in the air, supercharging the connection between us. Seconds pass as we move closer to one another, bringing our bodies flush. Her lips are millimeters away from mine, calling me home.

“Tell me to stop.” My fingers flex, threading through her wet tendrils.

She shakes her head. “No,” she whispers. “Kiss me, Cam. Please.”

I crack and do as I’m told.

Sparks snap between us as I press my mouth to hers in a soft, wet kiss. Her lips part on a moan that I swallow, gliding my tongue against hers. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and digs her fingers into the hair at my neck, pulling me closer.

I grab her braid with one hand, twisting it around my fist. Moans vibrate in her throat as I tug on her wet strands and tilt her head to the side. Deepening the kiss, I plunge my tongue into her mouth, savagely tasting every inch of it.

She tastes salty from the water and something all her own. It’s sweet and addicting.

My only drug of choice.

Her tits press against my chest, and her hips find mine. My blood boils, rushing south to my cock. Her hair in one hand, I use the other to grip her hip, letting my fingertips dig into the soft, fleshy part at the top of her peach-shaped ass.

Talia gets bolder, wrapping a leg around my hip, grinding herself on my hardened shaft. Without breaking our kiss, I lead her forward until I’m sitting on the bench and she’s on my lap. Like the other night, her hands roam over my shoulders, only this time, my skin burns from the contact.

“Cameron,” Talia mewls my name as my lips nip and lick at the soft flesh of her neck.

The sound of music and a car door slamming have us freezing like two deer in headlights. Our panting breaths and the whir ofthe jets fill the air as we stare at each other. Wrapped around each other, we wait to see where the sound came from.

A laugh rings out from the other side of the house, alerting us to our neighbor’s arrival. Thank fuck, it’s just the rookies Thompson rented his place out to. The last thing I want is to deal with Romero catching me with his hands on his sister’s ass and my tongue down her throat.

“That was close,” she whispers, remaining on my lap.

My painfully hard dick tries to punch through my board shorts as her fingers mindlessly twirl my hair. She has no idea she’s turning me the fuck on. Biting back a groan so she doesn’t move, I revel in the feel of Talia in my arms for a minute longer.

She squirms, wiggling her hips. If she does that again, I might blow my load like a horny teen with no self-control.

Don’t get me wrong—I want to fuck the hell out of Talia, but I don’t want it to be some quickie in the hot tub. We’ll save that for later. After hours of worshipping her and body the way she deserves.

I press another kiss to her lips. “Baby, if you keep wiggling that sexy ass of yours all over my cock, I won’t be able to stop myself from bending you over and fucking you until you can’t walk tomorrow.”

Her breath hitches, and the vein in her neck throbs against her skin. “No one has ever spoken to me like that before.”

What men has she been dating? The douche, Kyle, pops into my head unsolicited, waking the green monster in me.

Don’t think about Talia and other men.

I dig my fingers into her hips, grounding me to this moment. To her. “Did you like it?”Please say yes, itty bitty.

Her teeth dig into her bottom lip as she thinks about her answer. It’s hot as fuck watching her think. I’ve been missing out by dating women with below-caliber intelligence. Not only is Talia stunningly beautiful, but she’s also kind and smart as hell. The total package in a bombshell body.

Releasing her lip, she admits, “I-I think I do.”

This woman couldn’t be more perfect for me.

“Good.” Sliding an arm under her knees, I lift Talia, placing her on her butt next to me, keeping her legs draped over my lap. I place my hand on her thigh and squeeze. “There’s no way I’d be able to stop myself from telling you how much I want you. I told you I was honest.”

“I want you to be honest. I want…” She hesitates.

Whatever it is she wants, I’ll give it to her. I’d probably get her the moon if she asked for it.

“Tell me.” I keep still, giving her the time she needs to say what she wants. The way she hesitates leads me to believe that she might not be as experienced as I am.

“My life has been all about school. I haven’t been with many guys or had a serious relationship,” she confirms my suspicions. “Not that I’m expecting that from you. Because, well, you’re you … and I’m me. Oh god, I sound like an idiot.”

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