Page 78 of Pitcher Perfect
“I can’t get in there with you.”
“Why not?”
“It’d be a tight squeeze, for one.” The muscles of his abdomen flexed and held, his gaze tracking up and down her thighs. “Two, I don’t know what’s going to happen if I touch you, but I doubt I’d be able to stop. And as bad as I want to get my hands on you, I’ve got an inconvenient need to know where we stand. Let’s label this relationship, girl—”
“Get in, Redbeard.”
“Fine. Coming.”
He was right. It was very close quarters. The moment Robbie ducked into the shower, the available space in the stall shrank to almost nothing, but that was what Skylar’s body wanted. At that moment, that was the only entity she wanted to hear from. News from her body, not her brain or her heart, both of which were getting their signals crossed. Robbie’s bare chest crowded her into the corner of the shower, his hands planting themselves on the slippery wall above her head, biceps popping, a rocky exhale.
When he leaned down, when he would have kissed her—every pinprick of her nerves celebrating in response, flashing hot and wild, rushing—he stopped before their lips could meet, searching her eyes with an intensity that blocked her next inhale.
“Tell me everything you want,” he demanded, dragging their mouths together roughly.Oh my.“Tell me every fucking thing you want and need.”
“Well, it’s... Wednesday. It’s blow job day. I thought we could—”
Robbie covered Skylar’s mouth with his hand. “I’m not talking about sex. And... wow. Wow. I can’t believe I just said that out loud. My hand on your mouth is actually preventing you from talking about sucking my dick. So yeah, I don’t know, Skylar, but I think I’m pretty messed up over you. I want to know what you want in life. I want to make sure you get it?” He rolled their foreheads together. “I don’t know. I don’t know. My chest hurts, baby. Help me out.”
She’d never experienced raw honesty from another person this up close and personal and it made her feel drunk. Stoned. That’s what Skylar wanted, too. Didn’t want to be in possession of a single faculty whatsoever. Just wanted to feel and not overthink what touching Robbie meant. Where his confessions might lead. “What I w-want in life?”
“That’s what I said.”
There was a list in the back of her planner, but in the steam with this big man pressing her into the wall, she could only recall a few items amid the hormonal rush. “I want to swim at the Great Barrier Reef. Pitch a no-hitter...”
“You haven’t pitched one yet?”
“I have, but I want one at the collegiate level.”
“Got it.” His right hand dropped from the wall, fingering the strap of her bathing suit, waiting for her nod before he started slowly, slowly tugging it down her right arm. “Okay.”
“And...” She snapped her mouth closed before she could say the rest.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
A red brow arched. “Nothing?”
He yanked down the other bathing suit strap and it happened, it was happening, her breasts were uncovered. Out in the open. She couldn’t help but look down to see what Robbie could see and wow, the view actually turned her on. Her arms were trapped at her sides thanks to the wet straps and that position put an arch in her back, lifting her breasts, her stiff nipples quickly growing wet with steam, her pulse accelerating at the way his eyes darkened, his huge hands coming up to cup and knead them, thumbing her nipples. Circling them with a featherlight touch and inspiring a slow tug between her legs.
A breathless glide of moisture. There.
She trapped a moan, but couldn’t quell her shudder.
“That nice?”
“Yes. Yes.”
“What was the third thing you were going to say?”
“I don’t... I don’t remember...”
Robbie lowered his mouth to her tight breast and gave a long, thorough lap of her nipple. “You’re going to tell me what it is.” The rosy bud disappeared into his mouth, the pad of his tongue rubbing, rubbing. Relentless. “Say it.”
“A giant erasable calendar with everyone’s sports schedules on it,” Skylar blurted.
When she expected him to laugh or cringe, he only transferred his attention to her other breast, licking the entire thing up, down, and sideways, making her head fall back against the shower wall, her teeth making marks on her bottom lip. “Who’s everyone?”
