Page 10 of Fastball Fever
She grasps a handful of my shirt, dragging me closer."I have a radical idea for speeding up your recovery."
"No electric shock, please.My brain's already fried enough right now."
Amy ignores my dumb joke and instead stares deeply into my eyes.Her voice has grown huskier."Do you trust me, Charlie?"
"Yeah, of course.You are my coach, after all."And I'm getting turned on more and more by the second, making my chest rise and fall with every breath.
She grazes her fingers over my cheek."I don't usually like stubbly men, but your shadow beard makes me so damn hot for you."
My entire body freezes, from my toes all the way up to my scalp.It's a sexy kind of frozen, though.The sort that makes my dick spring to attention.
Amy licks her lips unhurriedly, dragging them back and forth.My breathing grows ragged and heavier.Her voice is throatier now when she finally speaks."I believe the only thing that will supercharge your recovery is…sex."
Her words fire an electric jolt straight through me, like I've taken a hundred-mile-an-hour fastball straight to the chest—but in a good way.Areallygood way.She's tugging on my shirt, and the tug travels downward gradually until she reaches the hard-on straining against my pants.
"Is this some kind of cruel experiment?"I can barely breathe or speak.Though I try to sound cool, there's too much hoarseness in my voice to pull it off.
Amy leans into me, her gaze intense."This is no experiment, Charlie."
Only now have I noticed she's calling me Charlie instead of Braddock.
That does it.Every molecule in my body leaps for her all at once.I close the gap between us at lightning speed.But then I slow down, brushing my lips against hers so tentatively that I might as well be a twelve-year-old who's experienced his first crush on the cutest girl in school.
Amy doesn't want to wait for me to unfreeze.She kisses me harder than I expect—than anyone should ever expect.And holy fuck, it feels amazing.
Chapter Six
Simmering Chemistry
Amy moans when I wrap my arms around her and thrust my tongue between her lips.She slings her arms around my neck, sinking her fingers deep into my hair.The feel of her lips crushed to mine, the flavor of her kisses, it all drives me out of my mind with a lust I can't contain.Never in my life have I wanted a woman so desperately.Her bossiness and determination make me so damn hot for her.
I'm about to strip her shirt off over her head and take what I've wanted since the moment we met…when she shuffles away from me, pulling out of my arms.Her lips are a deep pink, and they're swollen too.As for me, I can barely catch my breath.
She gives me a playful, taunting grin like nothing I've seen from her before."Break's over, Braddock."
Amy whirls around, stalking out of the dugout.
Christ.This woman is going to kill me.I stand here, wobbly on my feet, while I try to figure out what just happened.The most amazing kiss ever, that's what.But I'm still sizzling from that kiss, which means I need to wait until my blossoming erection softens enough that I won't scare anyone.Once I've reached that point, I drive home and hit the sack.
Yeah, sure, I slept okay last night.If tossing and turning counts as restful.
This morning, the field is blazing hot for morning practice with heat already shimmering off the bases.I take my cap off, waving it in my face in an attempt to cool down.Amy is relentless with the entire squad today.Phil wants us ready for Morris and the Assitudes next week—the first game in a grueling road stretch—so Amy pushes us through extra rounds of hitting and fielding practice.She barely gets off the diamond to eat lunch with me.
Okay, the Assitudes isn't the official name for our nemesis team.The real name is too pathetic to speak aloud—Aspen Altitude.Yeah, those jerks think apres-ski is a sport of its own.
"How's your arm?"Amy casually asks while I shovel half my sandwich into my mouth in one bite.
"Good," I mumble around chunks of bread and turkey."Only the occasional mini-twinge."
She doesn't let me slide with that answer for a second."Can you throw tomorrow or not?The truth, not quips."
I give a single nod and a thumbs-up, my mouth too full to respond.
"Good."She folds her arms over her chest."Double drills tomorrow morning, then."
I choke a little in mid-swallow."Double?"
A sly smile spreads across her lips."Hmm, sounds like someone needs to work on his endurance."
