Page 49 of Pitcher Perfect
“Afraid of the answer?” His hand on her knee slid ever so slowly to midthigh, massaging, and she couldn’t believe...couldn’t believe the moisture gathering in the seam of her flesh. In a Cheesecake Factory. With Robbie. Not Madden.
“Yes,” she whispered.
His voice was like sandpaper against her ear now. “Afraid you might want to skip forward to make out day?”
Oh.God.
It has been so long, cried her libido, sounding like a granny.
“Me?” she asked, breathily. “No, I’m not worried I’ll want to skip forward.”
“Are you sure?” He tilted his head, examining her mouth like a lion sizing up a mouse. “If I know your strengths and weaknesses, I can coach to those qualities.”
“Wow.” She tried to give him a look of stern disappointment but couldn’t quite keep the amusement out of her tone. Was she having fun with this guy and getting turned on at the same time? She’d never experienced that combination before. Hadn’t really believed it possible.Keep it going. You’re learning from him.“You have no shame,” she said lightly, tracing the hand on her thigh with the pad of her index finger, watching his eyes darken dramatically. “Using my own methodology to trick me into making out with you.”
“I’m not smart enough to trick you,” he said, those blunt fingers lingering on the inside of her knee, moving in a gentle circle that continued to stir something far from gentle inside of her. “I wouldn’t even try.”
“Ironically, that proves youaresmart.”
They smiled at each other in the low light, Skylar exasperated to find she had to work hard to control her breathing. To control the need to grab a fist of that red hair and drag his mouth down to hers, sealing them together. Forget skipping to Tuesday, she should be more concerned about Thursday coming early. As in, welcome to the main event. Yeah, good thing they were inpublic, because she could easily go for some of that right now. Purely because her body hadn’t been joined with a man’s body in such a long time. She’d been picturing her next time with Madden, daydreaming about his careful hands on her skin, but right now? Robbie and his thickly honed body seemed to be taking upa lotof air. Too much air to picture anyone or anything else in her mind’s eye.
That had to be the only reason she wanted to climb onto Robbie’s lap and feel his sex through her jeans. Against her own. Rubbing herself against him there while his tongue stroked in her mouth. And God, that made her disloyal, didn’t it?
Not only to Madden, the idea of them, but to her own plans. Her goals.
Because her eagerness was a little too much to consider Robbie merely... practice.
She needed some time to get ahold of herself.
Thankfully, plate after plate of food were steadily being set down on their table, forcing Robbie to remove his hand from her thigh and release her from his embrace, though he seemed reluctant to do so. Was he... enjoying their “date” as much as she was?
When she would normally keep that kind of worry to herself, something about Robbie made her feel okay about voicing it. Maybe it was his self-deprecating humor or the fact that he’d never judged her request for guidance with men. Whatever the reason, she didn’t hesitate. “What are you thinking about?” she asked, weirdly positive he’d tell her the truth. Geez, that certainty was comforting.
“It’s killing me that I might let you down tomorrow, Rocket,” he said.
“We haven’t lost yet,” Skylar reassured him, picking up a fry and waving it around like a conductor’s baton. “I’m just waiting for inspiration to strike.”
They sat side by side for a full minute, Robbie plowing through his chicken parmesan like it had deeply offended him, before the idea came to Skylar.
“Coach to a player’s strengths and weaknesses, right?”
Robbie said something unintelligible around a mouthful of pasta.
She popped the fry into her mouth, suddenly eager for the morning challenge to arrive. “I’ve got a plan.”
Chapter Fifteen
Robbie woke up with the hard-on of the century.
Not exactly newsworthy—that’s how he woke up most mornings, but he was usually in the privacy of his own apartment, not on the floor of his fake girlfriend’s idyllic childhood home. He reached under the blanket and wrapped his fist around his dick, anyway, trying to judge the appropriateness of beating himself off while Skylar slept a few feet away.
Relieving himself right here and now would definitely cross a boundary.
Wow. Look at me, all ethical and whatnot.
Skylar rolled over in bed, one of her bare thighs coming into view above, all smooth and toned and kissed by the beginnings of the sunrise. Christ, he would give up jerking off for a year for the privilege of licking her knee to pussy, spreading her legs wide on the bed, and just going to motherfucking town on her with his tongue. Last night, she’d made it clear she could use some sexual attention, if not verbally, then by how she’d reacted to his hand on her thigh. Squirming and blushing in the booth of the Cheesecake Factory, staring at his mouth and throat and forearms. Pulse erratic at the base of her neck.
She needed something Robbie knew how to give—and give good.
