Page 4 of Dare to Embrace
I wasn’t a pubescent teenager, but suddenly I felt like I was about to lose my load. It had been too fucking long since I’d seen Lacey naked. It had been a lifetime since I’d seen her tweaking her nipples or licked that sweet-tasting pussy of hers.
“You gonna stare or do something about Mr. Steel?” She pointed at my dick straining to get out of my boxer briefs.
I shucked the rest of my clothes, and when my cock sprang free, her green eyes went wide, drowning me in love and lust.
She crooked her finger. “I want to taste Mr. Steel first.”
My dick was steel, all right.
I dug my bare feet into the plush carpet as I closed the distance between us. By the time I reached the bed, she’d scooted to the edge and tugged my underwear down, and before I could say anything, her mouth was around my dick.
I growled, loud and deep, as my eyes rolled back in my head. Then I burrowed my fingers into her hair as her hands wrapped around my shaft.
Holy fuck!
I wasn’t going to last a damn second.
She sucked hard as she played with my balls.
Reality started to fade when I remembered the water. “The bath.” My voice was weak at best.
She giggled.
I lifted her in my arms. “Let’s continue this in the bathtub.”
Chapter 2
Lacey
Iyawned as I stretched, blinking awake to the sunlight streaking in through the slats in the shutters that weren’t closed all the way.
I nestled into the soft cotton sheets, watching Kade. The man looked peaceful as he slept with one hand under the pillow and the other tucked close to his chest.
It had been too long since I woke up with him next to me. Too long since I could reach out and touch his rugged jaw or broad chest or toned biceps or even have my way with him.
He didn’t travel with me during baseball season. When I’d first signed my contract, I had wanted Kade to join me at every game, and in the beginning, he had on occasion. But when we broke ground on our new house and he’d become the guardian of four of his teenage cousins, his time wasn’t his own anymore. Plus, he had his job as a manager of one of my dad’s nightclubs.
Despite his responsibilities, I wasn’t complaining. Kade wasn’t a traveler. I’d known that going into my contract and our marriage. He wasn’t the type to sit around in the stadium night after night. He loved me with all his heart, and I loved him beyond what I could put into words. His happiness was precious to me. So I was cool with living in a rented apartment in Portland, Maine, during the baseball season.
I wasn’t that far from home, so if I had a day off, I could zip down to spend it with Kade and the family.
Still, lying next to him was rare during the season. Sadly, I hadn’t gotten picked for the All-Star team, but on the flip side, I had four days to spend with Kade.
I sighed as I thought about the night before. I had messed up. I’d wanted nothing more than to make love to him, but as soon as he set me in the bathtub, I hadn’t been able to keep my eyes open. Between the hot water and his strong arms, I’d felt more relaxed than I had in quite some time.
Baseball season drained the energy out of me. I loved every second of playing ball. I got high from the energy on the field and in the dugouts. I loved the fans, the adrenaline rush, the wins, the celebrations, everything about my career. I was living my dream, which I’d had reservations about before the Portland Sea Dogs signed me. I was a female who had finally broken through a barrier into a male-dominated arena, and the road leading up to the Sea Dogs had been a challenging one.
But playing ball had its downsides—the travel, living out of a suitcase, and the sleepless nights without Kade at my side led to loneliness. At times, jealousy reared its ugly head at how my teammates could go home to their spouses or significant others after a game or, on most nights, when we played at home.
I gnawed on my bottom lip as my gaze drifted from Kade to our private hideaway. I barely knew my own bedroom. Lying there felt odd, like I didn’t even live there. Maybe that was because the light-blue walls were in need of pictures or artwork. The large space could certainly use a comfy chair or two near our French doors, which led out to a stone-stamped patio.
I continued to chew on my lip, letting my mind wander about decorating ideas until my gaze landed on a signed baseball that was encased on my dresser. Suddenly, the conversation with my agent, Tara, was front and center.
She’d been one of the reasons I was late getting home. I’d pulled over for about fifteen minutes to talk to her. She’d called to inform me that a Triple-A ball club was interested in me. My jaw had dropped to my lap when she’d said those words. Since I was a little girl, I’d always dreamed of playing major-league baseball, and Triple-A was the next step in that climb to the top.
“You’re deep in thought.” Kade’s voice was husky and raspy, andoh my.Goose bumps fired along my arms. He reached over and flattened one of his calloused hands on my abs. “Care to share?” His sleepy copper eyes were sexy as he grinned, showing those dimples that sent erotic heat to settle in between my legs.
Baseball and any offers could wait.
