Page 14 of Catch Him
Sinead sipped her beer and looked at the game that was happening below. There was a hit, the runner made it to first. The crowd was cheering, but she felt completely removed from it.
“It didn’t mean I loved her any less,” David said, nudging his shoulder against hers.
For some unfathomable reason Sinead choked on a sob. The tears spilled out of her and immediately David rushed to comfort her. He set their beers into cup holders and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, squeezing her against his side.
“Hey, hey love. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. See I forget how honest you are with your feelings. I’m a right bastard for upsetting you.”
Sinead sniffed away the tears and used her shirt to dry her face. She had no idea where the burst of emotion had come from and was heartily embarrassed by it. No, she knew where the emotion had come from. She did love her father. She couldn’t not. Too much of her childhood was wrapped up in the man he had been to her.
The man who implied last night she was a whore.
When had he stopped loving her? Had it been when Mom died? Did all the love he have die with her? There were days it felt like it. Like there was nothing left over for her.
“Holy crap, I’m sorry,” she said as she breathed her way through the last of it. “Too much sun and beer. I’m not really a crier.”
“Mmm,” he said with his arm still around her. “Perhaps you needed someone to cry on.”
“I’ve been out with you twice,” she scoffed. “I can’t imagine you appreciate your dates sobbing all over you.”
“No, you’re right. That usually only happens after I deliver to them the most amazing orgasm of their lives. Then the tears… well, I practically need an umbrella.”
Sinead chuckled, which she knew was his intent, and it felt good after the rush of emotion. Easier to keep things light and flirty. However, she also liked that after she had shared the ugly in her life, he had shared back. It made her feel less alone.
“Anyone ever tell you you’re a good guy?”
His expression changed then and he pulled his arm from around her shoulders and reached for his beer. “I’m not. A good guy. I’m a ruthless guy. I need you to remember that, love.”
“Okay. You’re a ruthless guy who says nice things sometimes.”
He smiled. “I suppose that’s fair.”
“Can I kiss you?”
It wasn’t like her at all. She’d never in her life been the one to make the first move. Never taken the initiative to ask someone out on a date. But she desperately wanted to kiss him and she didn’t know how many of these dates she was going to get.
One more? Two more? Beyond that seemed unlikely. Beyond that it would start to matter.
He turned to her and reached out to cup her cheek. “I would be very honored ifyoukissedme.”
He said it like he knew what this meant. Her making the first move. Her declaring that she wanted to kiss him. While he had cupped her cheek, he’d made no effort to lean in to her. Which meant if she was going to do this, it had to be all her.
She leaned into him. She cupped his pretty face in her hands. She tilted his head with just a touch of pressure and she leaned in to place her mouth on his. First teasing his lips, then running her tongue along the seam, then waiting for him to open his mouth so she could plunder.
It was a ridiculously powerful feeling. This sense of control over him. She was thrusting her tongue in his mouth and he was groaning like a woman who was being fucked hard.
It lasted only seconds where he let her stay in control. Then he was surging over the small chair arm that separated them. Taking control by wrapping his fist in her hair, using that pressure to angle her head the way he wanted. Then it was his tongue that was thrusting and she was the one moaning.
It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. An explosion of power and passion that made her almost instantly wet with desire. She was outside in a baseball stadium. As empty as it was around them there were still some people. Heck, there was a major league baseball game happening below them and none of that mattered.
If he told her to strip bare and sit on his lap, she would do it for more of this feeling.
“That’s one hell of a kiss cam!” someone around them hooted.
David pulled up and then quickly turned his face away as he realized they were in fact on the jumbo screen at the stadium, with a drawn heart around them.
Sinead was laughing and David had nuzzled his face against her neck. With a final nip on her ear, he said, “That’s a little too much PDA for my tastes. Please tell me we are off camera.”
“Yep. They’ve got this old retired couple smooching now. Not nearly as hot as us I bet.”
