Page 34 of Nailed at Home Plate

“How long is ‘a while’...?” I cocked a brow as his fingers paused. There was a long moment before he answered.

“Five years.”

I coughed on my inhale. “Five years?!” And I thought I was in a dry spell.

“Look, I told you, I don’t like to sleep with a woman unless I see long-term potential with her.”

Thank fuck he distracted me by finally unfastening my bra. I barely had time to dwell on his admission. I let out a sigh as the fabric gave way.

Jamie let out a low breath as he drank me in before he dove in for a taste. His mouth on my nipple was a straight lightning bolt to my vagina. My hips shot off the bed and right into his. It drew a hearty moan out of both of us. There was no going back now. Especially not when he admitted that this, all of this, with me, could be something like forev–

Don’t get carried away now, Cadence. One fluster fuck at a time here.

Right.

I couldn’t ponder the seriousness of this entire situation because I was fairly certain I’d start awkwardly screaming with a mixture of shock and excitement. Jamie was being so suave and delicious, albeit a bit shy. Meanwhile, I was trying to keep my collective shit under control and not fangirl all over myself.

As a distraction, my hands slipped down between us, more determined than ever to reveal more of his fabulous body. I’d watch him squat or lunge behind home plate, flexing his thighs as his uniform stretched over the muscle. Even when he was at bat, there was a twist on the follow-through that made his biceps and thighs bulge in the most drool-worthy way. Now I finally had a chance to see,and feel it, firsthand.

Jamie helped himself to a second helping of my breasts as my fingers opened his fly. Despite their trembling, I eased the denim over the curve of his ass before I double fisted a handful of cheeks. I knew itwas unusual, but I was definitely an ass girl. A plump ass on a man was seriously top-notch.

A breathy chuckle against my nipple caused it to harden as my breath hitched. Okay, so I may have been a bit overly enthusiastic about massaging his glutes. But damn, I was ready to ask for copper molds of them as bookends for my bookshelf.

Shifting above me, Jamie’s mouth returned to mine. This time the kiss was longer, deeper. All-encompassing.

Deep within the kiss, his hands shifted to shimmy out of his jeans. Kicking them aside, all that remained were skin-tight boxer briefs that left little to the imagination. Especially when he was sporting one hell of a mouth-watering hard-on.

Once he disposed of his pants, he came for mine. I clumsily attempted to assist in his endeavor. Which only resulted in both of us erupting in laughter due to the stubbornness of my skinny jeans. Suddenly I felt both completely exposed and yet stubbornly clothed.

It was a breathless few minutes, but once we were down to our final piece of clothing, there was a noticeable slowdown. Jamie eased himself down into the slot my body heartily made for him. Now skin-to-skin, curve-to-curve this suddenly became a lot more intimate.

He only added to it as he tenderly brushed a wayward strand of hair off my cheek and behind my ear. The endless pools in his eyes coaxed me into their wicked depths as we both caught our breath.

“I can’t believe I finally get to know what you feel like.” The whispered words left my mouth before I could stop them. My body tensed with myuninhibited admission and what Jamie thought about it.

“So many nights I’ve laid awake wondering what these treacherous curves would be like to grab ahold of.”

Jamie’s response made my breath catch. It was paired with a long, admiring sweep of his heated gaze up my body as his hand moved south to toy with the waistband of my panties. Dipping his fingertips under the elastic, he eased the last piece of clothing down my legs. I swallowed dryly.

My hands moved to cup his sculpted jaw. I could feel the sandpaper scruff that had grown back from his morning shave. He was real. His body was warm and solid under my touch. This time, he wasn’t a ghost of a fantasy when I closed my eyes.

I needed to enjoy the awe of it because there was a chance all of this could disappear tomorrow.

Jamie’s hand cupped over my heat, relishing in the aura of it. Curling his pointer and middle into position, his thumb moved to gently caress against my clit. That was just the distraction he needed before two of his fingers eased their way inside me. The man let out the sexiest fucking growly groan in the history of ever. As my brain short-circuited, I was simultaneously trying to comprehend the fact that, the man I had a crush on for the past few years, was now knuckle-deep inside my soaking-wet vagina.

With a sharp inhale, Jamie dove in for another kiss. He was seemingly fit to consume every millimeter of me. My moans were just the appetizer. I could feel his hard cock as he rocked his hips against my thigh in time with each thrust of his fingers. He was turned on by how much I was turned on.

Holy fuck I needed him inside me.

“Jamie…” Goosebumps exploded across my skin as I mumbled his name against his lips. He pulled away with a smoldering gaze but continued to work magic with his fingers. It took all of my willpower not to crumble at that exact moment.

“Shh…” The hush set off sparks down my spine. “Give me at least one, Cady. I need to see what you look like when I send you over that wall in the outfield.” It was a hell of a time for a baseball reference. But what a fucking metaphor. “I need to see your face, hear your sounds. I want to have the feeling of your body around mine so fucking ingrained in my brain that I think of nothing else.”

The only answer I could muster was a tangle of my fingers in his hair before pulling him down into a hard kiss. His fingers and thumb worked me into such a fevered frenzy in the blink of an eye. I could hear the squelch of my desire as his fingers thrust into it.

I couldn’t decipher where his grunts of pleasure met with my moans of delight. It was a hypnotic symphony of our shared sensuality. Those strong digits, that worked the innards of his catching glove, had no trouble flexing inside me to bring me to a fuckingspectacularclimax.

With just his fingers.

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