Page 108 of The Strike Zone

We’d have been in my bedroom in under ten seconds, her feet barely touching the floor.

Scout’s eyelashes flickered against her cheekbones, and she looked up at me. “I’m sorry you lost today.”

Given my current view, I honestly couldn’t remember what had happened up to the second we stepped over the threshold to my bedroom and I’d closed the door. Yeah, we lost. It sucked. But if this was my consolation prize, I’d lose every damn day of the week.

Right now, standing before me, looking more glorious than I’d ever seen a human look, was Scout wearingmyshirt, and if I was correct—which I was—she had nothing underneath. I’d had a couple of girlfriends throughout high school who’d worn my number and the thousands of fans who wore it to every game, but I’d never beenthatbothered about it.

Yet Scout in it…my dick was thickening to the point of painful.

She was the best view of all views.

Holding her gaze, I walked toward her until I was almost touching the tip of her toes with mine.

“My shirt has never looked better.”

The hem stopped just below the line of her shorts, and I ran my finger along it just to check that it wasreallyreal. Her breath caught as a knuckle brushed the soft skin at the top of her thigh. I couldn’t tell what I was more turned on by, that sound or Scout in my shirt.

“You like it?”

“No, I fuckingloveit.”

“Really?”

“Really. And you’re going to be wearing it the entire time you’re here.”

She rolled her eyes with a smirk. “Okay, hotshot. I packed a bag, but whatever. We’re not leaving the bedroom, right?”

“Nope. Not leaving,” I repeated, though I wasn’t really listening. My focus was trained entirely on my shirt wrapped around her, and what was underneath.

Except in her next breath, she began unbuttoning it.

I stopped her hands from moving further down. “No, Davison, you’re not taking that off.”

“But aren’t we having a shower? It’ll get wet.”

“And I have a hundred more for you to dry yourself with.”

I could tell she thought I was crazy, and there was a large possibility I was, but it was too late. I would never get enough of seeing Scout in my shirt, and if that meant she was wearing it every second of this weekend, thensobeit.

“Point me in the right direction then.”

I’d never stripped off quicker, and dragged her through my dressing room to the bathroom, at the end of which was a double shower the width of the room. When we’d first moved in, I’d won the master suite with the bath, but Lux traded me for a year’s worth of movie-watching privileges because he’d loved baths.

I definitely got the better end of the deal. This shower was awesome.

“Your shower is bigger than my apartment.”

I reached in and turned on the water, waiting until it was hot enough for steam to rise and hit the glass walls. “Not quite.”

Stepping out of her shorts and panties to move around me, Scout stood just out of reach of the torrents raining down from the two enormous showerheads, one perfectly arched eyebrow raised and directed at me.

“Sure you want me to keep this on?”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay,” she replied, and moved under the shower, tipping her head back.

I knew she’d look sexy, I didn’t know she’d lookthissexy.

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