From Enemies to Expecting by Kat Cantrell

Author:Kat Cantrell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2016-07-27T16:00:00+00:00

Seven

“We have a couple of hours,” Logan told her and picked up Trinity’s hand to raise it to his lips, nibbling on her fingertips because he wanted to and he could. “What do you want to know about baseball?”

“I want to know everything.”

Her voice had dropped into that register that somehow plugged straight into his groin, lighting it up. She pulled her hand from his grasp deliberately, with a little tsk. Without taking her eyes off him, she hiked up her skirt to flash him a very quick peek at her naked sex and levered one gorgeous leg over his lap, settling herself astride him.

Oh, God, yes.

Her heat ravaged his instant erection, burning him thoroughly even through his clothes. She leaned forward, rolling her hips to increase the contact between their bodies, and nuzzled his ear as she murmured, “Tell me what baseball means to you.”

His pulse went into a free fall.

“Baseball is like breathing,” he said hoarsely as her fingers went to work on his buttons.

He should stop her for...some reason. Because she was taking control. That was a bad thing. But he couldn’t find any fault in the way she worked her hips against his length, and he groaned as she laved at his exposed collarbone.

“Breathing?” she prompted, tonguing her way up his throat.

He liked her out of control, when he was the one calling the shots. But his head tipped back easily as she cupped his jaw to move him into a position she liked better, and he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to stop her. “I don’t have to remind myself how much I enjoy the way my lungs function. They just do. I step on the mound and my body automatically cues up into the right stance to throw.”

“What else?” She opened his shirt, her clever hands sliding down his torso to explore every inch of it, and her touch enflamed him. His thoughts fragmented as he fell into a sensuous haze, and words just spilled out from somewhere inside.

“My mind turns the ball over and over, examining it, hearing the way it sounds in the air. In my peripheral vision, I’m checking out first base to see if the guy has a little too much of a leadoff. The sun is usually high in the sky and I have to adjust my cap. But that guy at bat? He’s not getting a piece of my arm.”

“Logan, that’s beautiful,” she murmured and cupped his face with her hot hands, laying a kiss on his lips that he felt deep inside. When she pulled back, her eyes glowed with something he couldn’t name, an appreciation, maybe, for what he’d shared without really meaning to. “You’re a pitcher.”

It wasn’t a question, but he nodded as his throat worked, and he couldn’t swallow all at once. None of that should have come so automatically, and she’d clued in that it was significant. Somehow. He’d never told her that he’d played professionally. That it still killed him on a regular basis that he wasn’t down on the field at this moment warming up.

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