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"Get over here," I growl, pulling her against me.
Our lips crash together, hungry and desperate.She tastes like mint and victory.Her hands are everywhere—in my hair, under my shirt, clawing at my back.I press her against the wall, lifting her so her legs wrap around my waist.
"Bedroom," she gasps between kisses."Down the hall."
I carry her there, our mouths still fused as we hungrily devour each other.It's a miracle we don't crash into anything.Her apartment is neat and minimalist, just like I'd expect from someone as focused as Amy.But I don't have time to appreciate the decor because she's tugging my shirt over my head and running her hands over my chest, tracing the muscles there with an appreciative hum.
"God, Charlie," she breathes."Do you have any idea how hard it's been not to have you inside me for so long?I know you needed to stay focused on your game, but still…"
"It's been torture for me too, baby."I lower her onto the bed, following her down, my weight pressing her into the mattress.Then I trail wet kisses down her throat, so hungry for this woman that my pulse is pounding in my ears.
"Know what turns me on the most?"she asks while arching beneath me."Your form.The way your body moves when you pitch.It's like art and sex combined."Her fingers dig into my shoulders."And then you hit that one-hundred point six, and I nearly lost it right there in the dugout.I wanted to drag you to the ground and ride you like a wild cowgirl."
I laugh against her skin, my hand sliding under her shirt."So it was my fastball that did it for you, huh?"
"Among other things."She pushes me back just enough to pull her shirt off over her head, revealing a lacy black bra that makes my dick twitch."I've been planning this for weeks, imagining what I want to do to you—and with you."
"Go on, then.Fuck me, Coach."I drag a finger along the edge of her bra, watching goosebumps rise on her skin as her nipples tighten into stiff little peaks."Tell me what else you've been planning."
She licks her lips, her gaze glossy, and drags her tongue over her lips again, more slowly this time."Take off your pants and I'll show you."
The huskiness in her voice is so damn hot.
We're both frantic now, shedding clothes with no regard for where they land.When she's down to just her underwear, I pause to admire her body—the smooth curves, the toned muscles from years of athletic training, the flush spreading across her chest.
"You're staring," she whispers, but I can tell she likes it.
"Can you blame me?"I run my hands up her sides, feeling her shiver."You're fucking gorgeous, Amy."
She hooks a leg around mine and flips us over with surprising strength, straddling me with a triumphant grin."My turn to stare."
The woman will give me a heart attack.But who cares?
Her gaze travels down my body so slowly that I feel like I'm burning up from the inside out.Next, she splays her hands over my chest and my abs, tracing every muscle with deliberate slowness."You know how long I've wanted this?How many nights I've lain awake thinking about having you like this, at my mercy?"
I grip her hips, guiding her against me."Show me."
Chapter Twenty-Four
A Little Downtime
Amy leans over me, her hair falling around us like a waterfall, and captures my mouth in a kiss that's all tongue and teeth and scorching need.I reach behind her to unhook her bra, and she sits up to let it fall away.Her breasts are perfect—full and firm with dusky nipples that beg for my attention.I coast my hands over her creamy skin before cupping those gorgeous mounds.Amy gasps when my thumbs brush across her nipples, her eyes fluttering shut briefly before zeroing in on mine with an intensity that steals my breath.
"Charlie," she whispers, grinding down against me, the friction maddening even through our remaining clothes.
I lean toward her to draw one perfect peak into my mouth, circling my tongue around it before sucking gently.She tangles her fingers in my hair, clinging to me while a carnal moan spills from her lips.God, I need to consume her, from those tits to her folds and everywhere in between.The sound drives me out of my mind.I switch to her other breast, giving it the same treatment while my hands glide down to grasp her hips.
The scent of her lust suffuses the air, and I shimmy lower until her mound is millimeters from my face.Then I spread those lips tenderly, sinking into them, relishing the slickness, the delicious flavor of her essence.Amy's juices cover my face, musky and sweet and intoxicating.I lap at her hungrily, exploring every fold and crevice of her most intimate region with my tongue.She rocks against my mouth, her thighs trembling.
"Oh, shit, Charlie," she pants, her voice breaking on my name."Right there.Don't stop."
I have no intention of stopping.I circle her clit with my tongue before gently tugging it between my lips.Her hips jerk forward.I grasp her buttocks to hold her steady against my mouth.I work one finger inside her, then two, curling them to find the spot that makes her cry out.Amy's breathing grows ragged, her movements more desperate.I glance up at the length of her body spread out before me and find her watching me.Her lips are parted, her chest is flushed.The sight of her—strong, commanding Amy Keller—coming undone above me is the most erotic thing I've ever seen.I redouble my efforts, wanting—needing—to make her crumble in my hands.
"Charlie, I'm—" she gasps, and then she's coming.Her inner walls clench around my fingers as her thighs tighten around my head.I don't let up, drawing out her pleasure until she's shaking and pulling away, suddenly too sensitive.
Amy collapses beside me, her chest heaving.A fine sheen of sweat seems to make her skin glow in the dim light.I can't help but gape at her—this woman who's been driving me nuts both on and off the field.
"Your turn," she declares after catching her breath.
