Page 57 of Nailed at Home Plate

With a laugh, my hand shot out, wrapping my palm around the back of her neck as I pulled her in for a kiss. Brushing the pad of my thumb against her cheek, I took that moment to admire her. She was glowing, cheeks flushed, with a smile that made her eyes sparkle.

Even if she couldn’t say it yet, I was pretty sure I was in love with Cadence Andrews.

I See the Light

MANDY MOORE AND ZACHARY LEVI

Holy fuck.

Was I completely out of my gourd from that last orgasm or did Mr. I-Hate-To-Dance just ask me if he couldrequest a songfor a Sillys dance routine? It was completely out of the blue. Even more so for it being a Broadway musical song. The man continued to surprise me, both in and out of the bedroom.

The man had a gift in the bedroom. He was selfless and attentive. Each time he slept with me it was as if he unlocked another secret to my desires. He took the time to figure out what made my body tick. At this rate, he was going to know more about my sexual needs than I had in my 32 years on this planet.

Right now, his kisses were sending me right back down that path to orgasmic euphoria. It was an off day for the team. Jamie and I planned on movies and books, amongotherthings. And the “other things” had certainly taken precedence over everything else. The man had a hunger like no other and a bounce back that rivaled a teenager who just found the Victoria’s Secret catalog.

His mouth and hands always sent off a barrage of fireworks in my brain. Thoughts and feelings were going every which way. It was chaos yet, quiet. Maybe it was more like my brain set off fireworks in celebration of how this man made me feel.

Just what did Jamie make me feel? It was something that occupied my thoughts more and more with each passing day. I never thought I’d have this conversation with myself over a fantasy that was actually tangible. Aside from the shit schedule of a ball player, the rest of him was amazing.

As much as I enjoyed the sex, it wasn’t just about the sex. Sure, those first few days it seemed like it was only that. But once we got the weeks of dancing around the searing hot sexual tension out of our system, we spent more of our time talking or hanging out, enjoying each other’s company. It was becoming common practice for me to forget that I initially thought he was the unattainable major league ball player of my fantasies. That maybe, he was someone I could spend forever with.

My breath stalled, along with my thoughts, as I felt Jamie’s hand slip between my thighs. A happy little hum of approval vibrated against my skin as his mouth and tongue lazily made their way along my collarbone. My body arched towards him, wholeheartedly inviting him in.

That was the other thing that took me by surprise with this man. Typically, my body was unimpressed with the acts of seduction by men I’d been intimate with. With them, I spent most of the intimate process mentally making a to-do list or working on what I needed from the grocery store. With Jamie, all semblance of thought dissipated. All I could focus onwas what his body was doing to mine. It was like a mantra, a meditation, something that hypnotized me and made me forget about the world for a while.

His finger slipped inside me with his hearty groan just as I heard the crooning between Rapunzel and Flynn during my favorite scene of the movie. As romantic as it would be to have sex to the song, I wasn’t exactly looking for the romantic kind at this very moment. Not with the man practically growling in my ear from pure and utter need to have me all over again.

“You know,” I managed to breathlessly get the words out as Jamie’s lips moved along my collarbone. “I think we should turn the TV off. I don’t exactly want Rapunzel to watch me get railed.”

Jamie stopped his actions as his hot breath of laughter coated my bare breasts. There went my mouth, dropping word vomit like I made money off of it. He looked up at me as he withdrew his fingers. I pouted.

“Ah, smart. I definitely don’t have the voyeur kink.” Now it was my turn to laugh. Despite the superheated moment just seconds ago, we could still laugh at each other. It was nice. It made sex more fun and put less formality on it.

With another laugh, Jamie rolled over and reached for the remote on the side table. I’d tossed it there earlier since I had a bad habit of losing it in the bedding when I watched television. I was surprised that, with my terrible aim, I actually made it on the tabletop instead of the open drawer. It was still open due to our haste to get condoms earlier.

“What’s this…?” Propping myself up in bed, I glanced over to see what Jamie was referring to. Only for my heart to completely bottom out in my stomach. In his hand was my brightly colored vibrating wand. If he found that, then he had to have seen theentiresilicone toy treasure trove. It was stuffed in the same drawer as the box of condoms that we’d been depleting at an alarming rate.

Slinking down, I avoided his eyes. Those damn toys had been my pseudo-Jamie, or whatever fictional man I’d been reading about at the time, for the past few years. I initially had hoped he’d forgotten my mumbled sultry admission about that in the throes of passion.

“Is this what you use when you think of me…?” Jamie’s gaze darkened as he stretched back out next to me. He was like a feline who had caught its prey and was content just to play with it. So much for him forgetting.

“I…yes.” I swallowed dryly as I found myself brave enough to catch his gaze. “But you don’t vibrate.” What the actual fuck was it about this man that made my mouth just say whatever my brain was thinking?

An amused smile sensually caressed across his lips. They were still swollen from the rather heated make-out session. I wanted to hide under the plushness of my bedding. But they were shoved into a crumpled mess of mountains at the foot of my bed from our earlier romp. All we were left with were my jersey sheets. Which did wonders to show off his god-like body but did nothing to hide my embarrassment.

“Show me?” Jamie’s voice dipped low and husky as he flipped the switch, bringing my best buzzing friend to life. His brows peaked on hisforehead as he studied the toy. The little fucker did have quite the kickback on it. He clicked it back off. “Please? I want to see how you pleasured yourself when you thought of me.”

A red-hot fire ignited in the apples of my cheeks. He couldn’t be serious, right? The man had spent the better part of the afternoon giving me so many orgasms I lost count. There was no way that he wantedmore.

His body slid in closer, and my breath hitched. My oxygen remained in purgatory as Jamie’s mouth wreaked slow and delicious havoc against my neck. It was fair to say that the man just had to look at me and I’d get on my knees. Now he wanted me to show him how Iusedto get myself to orgasm.

There was a subtle upthrust to his hips which tugged the precariously perched sheets down and off his cock. It was already aching for another round of attention.Holy fuck.Did the thought of me masturbating to the idea of him turn him on that much?

“O-Okay…” I managed to squeak out as I bit down on my lower lip. Oh, holy shit was I actually considering this? He did ask me nicely to demonstrate. Perhaps the thought of all of this was a bit of a turn-on for me as well. “But I need a few of its friends.”

The look on Jamie’s face was going to be ingrained in my brain forever. There was shock and awe in his handsome features. So maybe he hadn’t found the rest of the adult toy bounty in the drawer?

“Which ones?” The question was mixed with delight and curiosity as he stretched back over to peruse the choices.

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