Page 62 of Stolen Bases

Her throat bobs as she swallows and shakes her head.

“Do you need convincing?”

Our bodies shift closer.

“Maybe,” she whispers, her breath sweet and chocolaty. Tempting.

“You asked for it.” I reach out and grab her thighs, digging my fingers into her soft flesh, tickling. Talia squeals, trying to escape my grasp. “Tell me, and I’ll stop.”

“Never.” She laughs, covering my hands with hers as she wiggles and pushes me away.

“Yes. Tell me.” Grabbing both her wrists with one hand, I lift them over her head and quickly roll over, covering her body with mine.

Her legs spread, and my hips nestle between them without a second thought. Leaning on the elbow holding her hands, I rest my weight on it so as not to crush her.

Abort. Stay on mission.

“Please.” My voice is thick and gritty as I struggle to stay still and not rub my cock over her heated center, clothes be damned. I grip her hip, no doubt leaving my fingerprints behind in their wake.

“Fine.” She licks her lips. “I was going to say that I like you.”

Yes!My heart grows three sizes like the fucking Grinch’s on Christmas, and it comes close to exploding with joy.

Note to self: stop watching that shit with Rhys.It’s getting stuck in your head.

But that’s the only way I can describe how I feel as I stare into Talia’s eyes.

Her cheeks turn pink, and her pulse visibly races at the side of her neck as she waits for me to respond.

“I like you too, itty bitty.”More than like.

Being with Talia is exhilarating. I don’t feel the need to rush when I’m with her; it’s like we have all the time in the world to be together. I don’t see an end in sight for us.

I’m usually the one cutting ties with a woman right after a date, not even bothering to take them home anymore. I did the whole one-night-stand thing with those women. It was fun, but it just isn’t as fulfilling now as it was when I was in my twenties. Those women only want to date me because I’m Cameron Miller, the Evaders’ number-one pitcher.

Not Talia. She likes me despite my job.

Looking back, I can confidently say those women don’t hold a candle to the sexy woman lying under me. She is smart and sassy. There isn’t a thing about Talia I don’t like. If I could spend all my time with her, I would. I might even miss practice if I could stay in bed with her all day.

Eli was right. I’m fucked.

“We are so stupid,” Talia whispers, thinking exactly what I am.

I release her hands and rest on my elbow next to her head, running my fingers over her forehead, pushing the stuck stray hairs away. The hand on her hip travels up, searching to touch her exposed stomach peeking out above her waistband of her jeans.

“We are,” I agree, sending us both into a fit of laughter.

My laughter dies as her tits brush against my chest. I don’t know how, but my cock gets harder as Talia wraps her jean-covered legs around my waist and lifts her hips.

“Cam?” She runs her hands through my thick hair and laces her fingers through the strands at the back of my neck in the way I like.

I nuzzle her neck, inhaling her sweet peachy skin. Fuck, she smells so good. Edible. “Yeah, baby?”

“I’m ready for you to show me what third base feels like now. I want you to show me the stars.”

My throat seizes, and my mouth dries up faster than California during a drought. I want Talia so badly it hurts. Seriously,I’ve been walking around with blue balls since I met her. I can’t jerk off enough to images of her and that sexy-as-fuck teal bikini.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to rush—”

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