Page 92 of Stolen Bases

Cam groans, resting his forehead on mine. “I really hope that’s not what’s going on at work. Coach would be pissed at me for killing doctor McNo-balls for touching my girlfriend.”

My chest tightens. “Girlfriend?” I croak.

“For fuck’s sake, Talia. I told you I think I love you. Of course you’re my girlfriend.”

“Seriously,think?” I roll my eyes at him. I know when he said “think” it was his way of saying how he felt with a safety net.

He didn’t need it. I’m there with him. I love him too.

He smirks at me, eyes full of mischief. “Think,” he says, baiting me.

I love it when Cam’s playful like this—the perfect balance between sweet and sexy, humorous and still serious. He has this way of coaxing me from my shell and getting me to match his mood.

Unlocking my legs from his hips, I swim back. “I think … I’m getting out.” I launch myself back, swimming toward the steps.

“Don’t you dare,” he growls, swimming after me.

Cam dives underwater, disappearing from my view. I push faster, trying to make it out before he reaches me. I yelp as two arms lock around my waist and hoist me out of the water.

“Holy shit. You’re fast,” I pant.

Cam chuckles, not the slightest out of breath. “If I’m not running, I’m swimming at five every morning. Rain or shine.”

I admire how dedicated he is to staying in shape. He trains hard to be in the best physical health he can for his career—something I wish my brother would do more of, especially with his knees.

Cam carries me out of the pool like I weigh nothing. Water sloshes, dripping down our bodies, as he pads across the patio and places me on the queen-size sunbed underthe second-story deck.

I watch the thick muscular globes of his ass as he walks over to the cabinet by the floor-to-ceiling glass door that leads inside the house. His muscles ripple and bulge with every languid movement. He’s got the grace of a lion and the power of the bear.

Cam pulls out two fluffy black towels. He wraps one around his waist before walking back to me. I can’t help but stare at his godlike body. His lusty eyes meet mine as I lounge in the middle of the bed, naked, wet, and waiting for him.

My nipples harden, and my skin pebbles in anticipation of his touch.

He sits on the edge of the bed. “Up.”

I heed his directive. Opening the warm towel, Cam gently and seductively pats my skin dry as he peppers kisses over my neck and shoulders. Eyes closed, I relish the way Cam cares for me. He repeats the process until I’m dry, then throws the towel behind me on the bed.

“You’re so damn beautiful, itty bitty.”

Warmth fills my chest.

The front of Cam’s towels stands at attention like a waiting camping tent. I reach under the towel, gripping his thick shaft in my hand, and stroke him up and down.

Cam hisses. “Fuck, Talia.”

His cock grows harder in my palms. I have a powerful urge to climb onto his lap, take his cock between my legs, and slide down. Thinking about him stretching me open has my strokes moving faster. My grip tightens around him as I imagine my pussy molding around his cock.

“Baby, you have to stop.”

I don’t.

Cam grunts as he pulls me in for a kiss. I slow my movements, letting him devour my mouth before it moves to my neck, sucking on the tender flesh, just shy of leaving a mark. I want him to mark me.

What I really want is for Cam to fuck me. I wish he would lift me up, carry me to his room, and have his way with me until I pass out.

“Cam, when are you going to steal home?” I blurt, using our baseball metaphor.

He freezes, lips on my neck. The silence between us speaks volumes. It’s like a bucket of ice water to the torso.

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