Page 28 of Moonshot

Leaning in, I kiss the shell of her ear. “I can’t help picturing you licking me.” I hear a faint gasp. “But only after I can suck all the sugar from your sweet lips.” Sliding my hand further up her leg, I rest my fingertips dangerously close to the apex of her thighs, so there’s no confusion as to what I’m referring. I can almost feel her mouth drop as her legs tighten around my grasp. I know this is bold, but she asked. “You keep sliding that tongue out like that, and my cock’s going to be as hard as a Louisville Slugger.” There’s no mistaking the gasp this time. “I told you. You’d know when I was talking dirty.” Briefly nibbling on the lobe of her ear before straightening in my seat, I pull a glazed nut from her container and tease it dramatically with the tip of my tongue before I pop it into my mouth, keeping my eyes trained on the field. “It’s going to be delicious.”

From my periphery, I can see her face now matches the vibrant red of the Washington Nationals logo. It’s taking everything in me not to laugh. I’m choosing to assume it’s because she’s turned on. But as the next batter strikes out, bringing the opposing team up to bat, I decide to give her an out and change the subject.

“Hey, I’m going to hit the men’s room and look for a Nationals T-shirt for my sister. You want to come or stay and watch the game?”

“No, I’ll come.” Her voice comes out shakily, in a bit of a squeak, and I again have to resist the urge not to chuckle out loud.

Taking her hand, I lead her up the stairs. Noticing a breeze as we reach the top step, I gaze up to see the clouds are turning dark. I hope we can make it through the game before it starts to pour.

Breaking my concentration from the sky to the crowd around me, a concessions attendant yells, “Coming through.” He almost knocks Ava over in his attempt to squeeze by us. I manage to pull her to me just before we both collide into the concrete wall to our right.

Holding her against me, I lift my hands to cup her face and take in her gorgeous eyes. “You okay, princess?”

“Yeah. Glad he didn’t spill the drinks all over me.” She smiles up at me, seemingly unharmed.

I give her a tender kiss to her soft, pouty lips and place another to her ear. “I’m sorry if I was too bold earlier. I just can’t help thinking about all the things I want to do to you.” Dropping my mouth to the delectable column of her throat, I give her a little lick before kissing her there. A groan reverberates overhead, and I appreciate the reassurance I’m not alone in the way I’m feeling.

“I want you too, Mick. I just don’t want to rush things with you.”

Rush things? We aren’t going that fast, are we?Maybe I need to chill with the dirty talk. I don’t want to scare her off.

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The game continues as it began, with both teams staying tied until the last inning. Once the Nationals are up at bat, they win with a walk-off on the third pitch. The crowd goes wild, and Ava is glowing in her enthusiasm. It’s been a perfect evening.

After the excitement of a hometown win dies down, we gather our things and head toward the front of the stadium. Before we can make it to the front gate, the skies abruptly open, and a torrential downpour begins. Grabbing Ava’s hand, I can hear her squealing as we run for cover under a nearby concrete overhang and snuggle up to wait for the rain to slow before proceeding to the car.

Wrapped up in this soaked beauty queen, she looks like a contestant in a wet T-shirt contest. Her thin white cotton T-shirt is practically see-through, and rain droplets hang from her lashes and cheeks. Fuck she’s like every man’s wet dream. Her nipples are visible through the sodden fabric, just begging to be sucked. Crushing my mouth over hers, this isn’t the sweet kiss from the office. This feels like we’re back in the car, continuing where we left off.

She opens for me immediately, and my tongue slides in to taste her. Our lips feast on one another, tongues stroking as I drop my hands to her ass. Rocking against her, I cannot hide how aroused I’ve become. God, I want her. This rain better lighten up soon, or we could get arrested for public indecency. Moving my face to her throat, I trail open-mouthed kisses from her ear to her collarbone.

“Ava,” I groan.

I feel her place her hands on my chest and pull back.Shit. I know she’s right. We’ve got to get control of ourselves. Whether people are distracted by the downpour or not, we’re still out in public.And she wants to take this slow.This is going to be one torturous ride home.

“I think we’re just going to have to head to the car. It doesn’t seem to be letting up. Here,” I say, tucking her into me. “Stay close to me.”

We finally locate the car and climb inside. Poor Ava is drenched.

“I wish I had a towel or something. Oh! You can at least change your shirt. I’ve got the T-shirt from the gift shop in this bag.”

“You got that for Emmaleigh.”

“I got one for you, too.” I wink. I hand her the shirt and turn my back so she can remove the saturated top she’s wearing. “You decent?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” she replies quietly. “Thank you.”

We sit in traffic for what feels like an hour before making it out of the stadium parking lot, only inching forward intermittently. I keep adjusting the temperature as she appears to be shivering despite changing her top. Extending my arm, I grab ahold of her damp ponytail to wring any remaining water from it before removing her hair tie and fastening her hair into a loose bun.

“How’d you manage that?” Ava asks, looking baffled.

“What?”

“Do you do hair on the side?” She chuckles.

“No. I did Emmaleigh’s a lot growing up. Trying to help get her ready in the morning to help Mom out. You tell anyone, and I’ll have to kill you.”

“Our little secret.” She giggles.

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