Page 57 of Stolen Bases

“What are you thinking about, itty bitty?” Cam beeps the locks on his car.

My eyes snap to his unique hazels as I try masking my thoughts and the heat building between my legs from him.

He grins, wide and proud. “I see.”

“You do?” He can’t possibly know what I’m thinking.

Cam places me on the passenger seat and leans down, bringing us to eye level. “I do. You were feeling me up the entire walk to the car.” Cam leans in closer, his lips brushing mine. “With your legs around my waist, I could feel your pussy’s rising heat on my stomach.”

Fighting a moan, I clench my thighs. Cam and his dirty mouth slay me every time. My heart beats wildly and my lungs work overtime, trying to suck in oxygen.

Cam licks my lips, parting them easily as he plunges his tongue into my mouth in a ravenous kiss. He ends it way too quickly, leaving me needy and my body coiled tight. He shuts the door, and I watch as he adjusts himself with a wince and walks around the front of the car.

He slides in and looks at me. “Don’t look too proud of yourself, baby. I’m always hard when I’m around you.”

My jaw drops at his admission. Damn him and all his sexy goodness. Just when I thought we were on level playing ground, Cam blows me out of the water. He can’t possibly be hard for me all the time. Can he?

“Don’t look so surprised, Talia. You’re fucking hot, my sexy little pixie.” Cam shoots me a wink, starts the car, and drives off, leaving me reeling.

He thinks I’m hot?

Cam turns right, instead of left onto the road he’s taken the last few nights. He places his huge warm palm on my thigh, sending a wave of heat straight to my center. I fight back body shivers that are determined to give away the coursing need flooding my system at a simple touch.

“Where are we going?”

Cam keeps his eyes on the road. “It’s a surprise.”

“I hate surprises,” I mumble, crossing my arms over my chest like a petulant child.

Cam’s grip tightens, kneading my thigh, his fingers inching closer to my aching core. “Duly noted. But for tonight, do you think you can trust me on this one? I promise you’ll like it.”

“Fine.” I cover the back of his hand with mine and thread my fingers through his. “I trust you.”

“Thank you.” Cam brings my hand to his mouth and places a tender kiss on its back. “Is there a reason you hate surprises?”

I love it when he asks me questions about myself, like he wants to know everything about me and what makes me tick. The guys I dated before never attempted to get to know me, let alone have my body react this way.

Those pesky butterflies flutter in my stomach again, confirming how special Cam is and how he makes me feel.

“Yes.”

“Care to share?”

“I doubt you’ll drop it, so I might as well just tell you.”

“You’re catching on quick.”

Cam glances at me, and because I know he likes it, I roll my eyes at him. He lets out a gruff laugh that hits me below the belt in a delicious wave of liquid heat.

“Are you done?”

Cam sobers up and nods.

“When I was thirteen, I lied to my mom and told her I was friends with the popular girls in my class. I just wanted her to leave me alone about not having friends. Friends are a lot of work. My mom worked insane hours. When she wasn’t working, she was hauling Nico to baseball games and practices. There was no time for me.”

“Fuck, I hate hearing you say that.”

I shrug. I’ve accepted that I did this to myself. I didn’t ask for things. I let myself get pushed aside. But I wouldn’t change anything about my childhood, especially if it prevented Nico from becoming a professional baseball player.

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