Page 111 of Playing Dirty
There’s a playful twinkle in his gaze as he says it, and a hint of mischief too, before he cups the side of my face, turns my head, and kisses me gently. At least, it starts out gentle, but then it quickly becomes heated and hungry when his tongue teases the seam of my lips, only to dart inside my mouth.
A moan vibrates between our lips, only to be swallowed down beforeit can escape. I’m not sure who it came from, but I’m willing to bet it was me when another sounds out as he pulls me in closer by anchoring his free hand on my waist.
My dick takes notice of his own thickening against my thigh, and while I’d love nothing more than to feed the growing need for him, I’m very,veryaware of where we are right now. Which is why I do the smart thing and break the kiss before either of us can get carried away.
There’s a lusty haze in his eyes when they open, and I can’t help the little chuckles from leaving me.
“Now I see why you were looking for me. Damn nympho.”
He laughs softly; a sound that’s quickly become my absolute favorite to hear falling from his lips. Maybe even more than the little sigh he makes after he comes.
“Can’t help it. You’ve created a monster,” he teases before kissing me again.
This one is far softer and sweeter, but it still has the same effect: causing my cock to twitch behind my uniform pants.
Theo moves in behind me, the hand on my waist sliding down over my ass. The other joins the party, rubbing and kneading the globes in his palms while his lips land on the base of my neck.
“Not that I’m complaining about this view, but I can’t believe you’re dressed already.” He playfully taps the bottom curve of my ass with his hands, the muscles bouncing from his touch until I flex them. “We’ve still got an hour until everyone else is due to show.”
“It’s called dedication. And besides, the early Falcon gets the win,” I remind him.
He laughs. “Pretty sure it’sbirdandworm.”
“Just wait. You’ll see.”
A low, skeptical hum comes from him at the same time his handsleave my ass, his arms wrapping around my waist and hugging me from behind instead. I feel the rise and fall of his chest against my back, and he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck, sending a warm feeling flooding through my extremities.
He’s so easily affectionate now; it’s a far cry from the guy who bolted out of my lap in Vermont only a few short months ago.
Sometimes, I hardly think he’s the same person at all.
“What were you thinking about so hard when I got here?” he asks after a moment.
Sighing, I whisper, “That I’m gonna miss this.”
His arms stiffen around me slightly. “Definethis.”
“Playing for Blackmore,” I clarify, still staring out at the field. “This might be the last season I play here if I get drafted, you know? Not to mention the last time I face off against you on the field for a full series. It’s sad to think about.”
“I get it. But think about it this way: You’ll be on to bigger and better things.”
“Hopefully.”
“Not hopefully. You will.” He presses a soft kiss to the top of my shoulder before resting his chin there. “If I’m sure of anything, it’s that you’re gonna make it to the big leagues.”
I’m flooded with another wave of warmth, a sense of gratitude washing over me at the confidence in his voice. While I don’t necessarily need the validation—knowing damn well what I’m capable of achieving—sometimes it’s nice to hear others see it too.
And for it to come from him means more than it would anyone else.
“Thank you.”
“No need to thank me for speaking facts. But maybe you could use adistraction. Something to get your mind off baseball for a minute,” he suggests before kissing me yet again, this time to that sensitive spot below my ear.
A wry laugh slips out, and I shake my head. “Seeing as we’re literally standing in a dugout, I highly doubt that’s possible.”
“Well, I don’t know. I’m sure I could think of a few ways.”
The arms wrapped around my waist pull back a bit until his hands anchor on my hips. His fingers tighten, gripping hard while he arches into me, sliding his erection up and down my crease.
