Page 32 of Nailed at Home Plate

Because today’s Cadence wanted toget fucked.

In thegood waythis time.

“Dammit, I really fucking want you, Cadence.” He mumbled against my mouth before diving back in for another taste. “This conversation only cemented that fact.” Goddamn if my body didn’t have its third flashover for the day. That was a new record for an actual man. Fictional men excluded. Although Jamie was on his way to dethrone them all.

“Well…let’s round the bases, Slugger.” Jamie stopped his kisses for only a fraction of a second before he burst into laughter. Of course. I had to go and fuck up the searing hot moment with one of my poorly timed, sexually suggestive baseball puns. Why couldn’t I just be normal? Why did I have to be so unbelievably cringy and awkward?

A deliciously wicked grin curled his lips.

“Game on.”

I think my pantiesactuallyspontaneously combusted.

Electric Touch

TAYLOR SWIFT

“Your place or mine?”

I blinked at Jamie as if he was speaking another language. Did he really just ask that question? Did I black out after dinner? Was I dreaming?

“Shit.” His exclamation made me blink again and pulled me from my thoughts. Oh no, was he going back on his invitation? “I’m being presumptuous again.”

“Jamie, if you don’t have sex with me tonight, after all of this mind-boggling teasing, I will absolutely explode.” The words fell out of my mouth in one tumultuous breath. It was now his turn to gape at me for a moment before a slow grin curled the edges of his mouth.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” He muttered to himself as he started up his truck. Clearing his throat, he fully addressed me. “Does your place work? I’m good with whatever.” He cringed as he put his truck into drive. “I told you I’m no good at this, okay? Fuck. I don’t even know where I’m going.”

His sudden and overwhelming juvenile-like fluster made me erupt into a giggle. Jamie’s blue eyes glanced in my direction quickly before his shouldersbounced with his awkward mirth. The sexual tension was still palatable in the air, but the laughter cleared a bit of the humidity that was certainly stemming solely from my thighs.

“Go straight. Take the next left. Then right at the light.” I offered in between my chuckles. It was such a wonder to see him much more relaxed. The man had the ability to be goofy and fun. He took the whole Sillys dancing thing too seriously. Which was the one thing you couldn’t do in the ELB. The point of it was to just play and have fun. The crowds fed off that. Hell, they were feral for it.

I offered up the final few directions which left a few miles ahead of us with no turns. My breathing was shallow, excited for what was to come. In the bedroom would he be as timid and shy as he was outside of his icy demeanor? Or would he be firm and intense as he was behind home plate in the majors? Or perhaps…a bit ofboth?

Jamie’s strong hand found my thigh. A wildfire wreaked havoc throughout my body from the simple touch. I chanced a glance at him only to find his heated gaze reflecting mine. A car’s horn sounded. Jamie cursed under his breath, turning his eyes back to the road. But his hand lingered. I focused solely on the feel of it against my thigh. Anything to keep me grounded to this moment instead of floating away.

His big truck found its way into a visitor’s spot at my apartment complex. His hand only moved from my thigh to put the vehicle into park. My hands gripped my purse to stop them from shaking. I was so distracted with getting my breathing under control that I was oblivious to Jamie jumping out of his truck to race around to open my passenger side door.

He reached a hand up to help me down from his lifted truck. There was an ulterior motive for his chivalrous move. As soon as the door slammed shut behind me, he pressed my body against the panel of the crew cab. There was no time to even suck in a breath of surprise before his mouth was breathing new life into mine.

There was no denying the searing heat between us this time. My arms tangled around his neck as his hands gripped ahold of my sides and assumed a position very much like the one in the locker room. Only without my legs hooked around his waist. The next time I attempted that feat, there wasn’t going to be a lick of clothing between us.

We needed to get inside, stat. It was late enough that there probably wouldn’t be questioning eyes. But I didn’t exactly want to be the scandal on the front page of the sports tabloids. If that even existed.

“You were saying something about being horizontal earlier…?” I managed to gasp out as his mouth worked its way down my neck. My pulse was a riot of rhythm beneath his lips. Jamie swore hotly under his breath.

“I got distracted. Stop being so goddamn tempting.” Pulling away, he grasped onto my hand. “Please don’t tell me it's a far walk. I’m this close to throwing you over my shoulder and making a run for it.”

My brow cocked at him as my cheeks flushed with heat. For some reason, I couldn’t get it through my head that the man was desperate to have me.Me.Out of all the billions of people on this planet, the guy I had a crush on actually, maybe, felt the same way.

I put a pin in the being “thrown over the shoulder” thing for later. My other boyfriends had been scrawny. They could barely give me a piggyback ride without exerting a lot of effort. Jamie could throw me over his shoulder without breaking a sweat.

Pulling on his hand, I led him in the direction of my building. It was only about fifty or so feet away from my parking space and up a flight of stairs. It wasn’t far. But when your arms were full of groceries or you were leading the man that you hoped would fuck your brains out, it was like walking across the Tunisian desert in the dead of summer.

It was an arduous walk, awkward almost. But since that was the overall theme of the evening, it was rather fitting. I wanted to get behind closed doors as soon as possible. Because I wasn’t sure either of us could stand starting up something just to stop it. Again.

Unlocking the door to my apartment, I tossed my bag and keys to the slim entry table I used as a drop zone. Neither of us waited long enough to see if they hit the table. As soon as the door latched shut, Jamie had me pressed against the wall for yet another searing kiss.

For some mind-blowing reason, the kisses had only gotten hotter. Maybe it was because all of the uneasy pretenses were out of our system since we’d come clean to each other. Or maybe it was because we were finally and officially incompleteprivacy.

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