Page 86 of Pitcher Perfect
“We’re hockey players. That’s how we get our point across.” Robbie locked the juncture of Skylar’s thighs tighter to his arousal, moving her on it just a little to torture himself. “You’re the only girl I’d compete with in the wilds of Rhode Island the week before playoffs. Only girl who’d make it worth sleeping on the floor. Skylar... you’re the only girl. Period.”
She was silent for so long, he leaned back to see her face.
When he saw the beginnings of a shy smile flirting with the edges of her lips, he started to hope. Hope he could maybe, actually be his person’s person.
Keep her.
“Tell me I’m the only man—” On her nightstand, a ding went off on her phone. The kind that signaled a calendar reminder. Midnight. She’d set a timer for midnight. The schedule had just decreed it was time to fuck and, Jesus, that got him hot. She’d been wanting this as much as he had. “I’m the only man for tonight, at least, aren’t I?” Robbie rasped into her hair, tugging her shorts and panties down, down to her knees. Hooking his toe in the garments and kicking them away, rendering her naked.God yes.“Tell me.”
In the process of peeling down his boxers, leaving them circled around his thighs, she flushed to the roots of her hair. “You’re the only man,” she said, looking him in the eye.
Robbie waited for her to tack on the rest.For tonight.
But she didn’t.
And there was no time for clarification, maybe he was even afraid to ask for it, because it might rob some perfection from the moment where he rolled an unclothed Skylar onto her back and fucked his tongue into her mouth, her thighs spreading open for his hips, their trembling intakes of breath so unique, so powerful to him. A sign there were depths there he’d never plumbed, but desperately needed to.
“Are we officially removing the ‘maybe’ in ‘maybe fucking’?”
“I couldn’t even spell ‘maybe’ right now.”
He huffed an uneven laugh against her chin. “Was it ever a maybe, Skylar?”
“No,” she whispered, fingers in his hair. “You were never a maybe.”
Robbie had to bury his face in her neck, because he couldn’t judge his own expression. Just knew it had to be too revealing on top of every confession he’d just made, especially when his body was so primed he could barely leash his response to her touch, her scent, the fact that she was going to let him inside of her.
Inside of Skylar.
“First things first,” Robbie managed. “What kind of birth control are we working with? I have condoms in my bag. Are you on anything?” His forehead rolled side to side on top of hers. “Fill me in, because I’m going to have a real hard time thinking in, like, thirty seconds.”
“I’m on the pill. And my parents made me get a physical before the Page Stakes.”
“That’s psychotic, but great?” He could hear the pain in his own laughter. “I’m all clear, too, as of last week if—”
“Yes.”
“Really?” Robbie almost wept with joy. He’d never, not oncein his life, had sex without a condom, but he felt the pressing need for tonight to be different than anyone or anything else that came before. “No condom? You’re sure.”
Skylar nodded, her eyes full of trust that, frankly, humbled the shit out of him.
“Then let me get you ready, girl,” he muttered thickly into her neck, his teeth locking around her ear, sucking the skin beneath while he eased to the side enough to get his fingers between her legs, using his thumb to slide down from the top of her slit to that wet bud, rubbing it gently, teasing it until it started to swell, her head throwing itself back on the pillow, lips parted on hot intakes of breath. “God. You get wet so fucking fast.”
Eyes closed, she shook her head.
“Just for me?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
His chest crowded with flawed but honest male pride and he sank his middle and ring finger inside of her in response.Deep.“Keep it that way.”
Skylar pulled him down for a kiss, part punishment for his being high-handed, part necessity because there was nothing else but each other in this moment, his fingers pumping gently but deep into her slick cunt, their tongues seeking deeper and deeper recesses of each other’s mouths. His dick hurt in ways he couldn’t have imagined, waiting to be buried in this girl, and he would, hewouldfind out what it felt like any second, but he was growing addicted to the whimpers she made every time his tongue did a lap in her mouth, his fingers fucking her now a little on the rough side, but she liked it. She loved it. Bit his bottom lip and tugged, mewling, reaching down to press his fingers deeper.
“Fuck, you are so hot,” he growled between kisses, hard sucks of her neck. “Can’t wait to sit in the stands at your game. I’ll bethe only one in the crowd who knows how wide you open your legs to get fingered.”
She moaned into their next frenzied kiss, before breaking away. Looking him in the eyes with glassy brown ones, her lips plump from being mauled. “Wait until you see how wide I’ll open them when you fuck me.”
Robbie couldn’t remember a time in his life when he’d gasped. Like gaspedout loud. But he did in that moment, because he almost busted. Had to slip his fingers out of her perfect heat and grab the headboard, bearing down on his lower body so he wouldn’t finish on her thigh. He was that turned on by her pouty challenge—and that was it for his control. No more waiting and no fucking finesse.
