Page 76 of Curveball
Yes, but she’s not the first beautiful woman I’ve soaped up in a shower.
What is it about her that has my thoughts short circuiting and my brain exploding?
“Hey, are you all right?” She reaches out and takes my hand, her brow pinched, her expression puzzled. “You have a good run?”
I didn’t tell her where I was going, didn’t even leave a note. Maybe she noticed my runners were missing? She’s not angry about it, or even impatient. Just curious. I move in closer, crowd her against the far wall, out of the spray. And with a slow shake of my head, take the razor from her hand. Just in case.
She shivers, but it’s from being cold. I wrap her in my arms to warm her. She isn’t fearful, and why the fuck not? I’m acting like a crazed lunatic. I release her and brace my hands on either side of her head, caging her in against the tile but not trapping her. I lower my forehead to hers, and some of her goop smears onto my skin.
“Swear to Christ, Palmer Girl, I don’t know why you have me twisted in knots.”
Palmer’s sensitive. Intuitive. There’s no doubt she’s reading my mood and knows just what I need. Which is fucking awesome, because I’m without a clue. She puts her hands on my shoulders and stretches up to drop a kiss on my lips. It’s soft and sweet, as though her intention is to convey emotion, not incite passion. It’s the first one we’ve shared today, andwhy the fuck is thatwhen it’s what I crave most? Like I said, intuitive.
With a bit of a grin, she ducks out of my arms, rolls around me so my chest is against the cold fucking tile, and then warms me from behind with her body. My dick is on deck, but we’re on hold in this ump’s time out. For now, he’s sulking in the batter’s circle, impatient to step into play. He’ll get his shot at bat.
“You know that’s what girls do, right? Fuck with the guy’s head. It’s somewhere in the handbook we’re given at birth.”
“Palmer Girl, you are crazy.”Sort of like I was half an hour ago.But it’s a good crazy, playful and reassuring.
She seems to suddenly realize she’s still covered in slime, and her hands fly to her face.
“How are you sure it’s even me you’re talking to?”
She takes a step back, turning me to face her again, then turning the tables and crowding me with her hands flat on my chest, moving forward until she’s under the hot spray with me.
“I would know you anywhere,” I say.Like a piece of my own heart.
The mask and shampoo bubbles wash away with the help of my hands wiping at her face and combing through her hair, then sliding in long arcs down her body, and especially over the sweet mounds of her tits, till it all rinses away in a slick torrent, leaving me with a grinning, fresh-faced Palmer.
“Oh, here I am,” she says. She stands under the sluicing water another moment, until she’s free of suds.
“Yeah, there you are.”
I want to say more, tell her all the things, but the words, the ones that should be flowing, creating adult conversation, they’re still trapped in my throat. One thought echoes, though, like a kettle drum beating in my head, like the only thing that matters at all, and my words spill out.
“I want you, baby. Jesus fuck, Palmer Girl, I want you, now.”
“That’s convenient, because here I am.Right here.” She speaks those last words in a long drawl as she maneuvers us into the corner. Blue steps back behind the plate and signals for the hitter. Guy’s eager and steps into the box, ready to swing.
We’re under the edge of the spray and it keeps the chill at bay. But why are we still here? Why aren’t we spread out on thebed, soaking the comforter because we’re too impatient to use the nice white cotton towels the hotel provides?
My hand rubs slow circles on Palmer’s gloriously naked hip. Her eyes on mine, she absently traces the tattoo design inked on my skin.
“See this seat right here, bad boy?”
Fuck yeah, I see it.
“I’ve been imagining all the positions I can use it to fuck you over the next few days.”
Her eyes don’t leave mine, but she adds a wicked smile. “Hold that thought.” She takes my hand from her hip and steps back. “Foot up on it.”
I’m confused. I turn to face the wall and climb to stand on the raised platform in the corner of this enormous shower.
“Jesus, Max. Get down off of there before you slip and fall.”
Now, I’mreallyconfused. I step down, stand between her and the wall.
“The fuck am I?—”
