Page 115 of Wild Pitch
I gasp.
And then we’re kissing again, and this time it’s different. I grab fistfuls of his hair for dear life because I can feel myself falling, and this is the only way I can stop myself from crashing down. Except my feet are firm on the floor, and his hands still hold me safe.
Or as safe as I can be while they roam, while his mouth devours mine. A shiver racks my body when one of his hands travels down my spine, lower to my waist. I wait to see if he’ll find the hem of my shirt and sneak past it, craving the touch of his skin on mine—but no. It keeps going. Thrill raises goosebumps on my skin as his hand finds my butt.
And he squeezes.
His lips stretch into a smile against mine. “I’ve been dying to feel you against my hand.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask all breathy. “Is my butt living up to the hype?”
“It’s even better.” Something like a growl comes out of his throat as he squeezes.
“Cade!”
“You can grab my ass any time you want, darlin’.”
That makes me chuckle, but then that sneaky hand of his keeps moving. I tense in a weird mix of anticipation and embarrassment as he finds the edge between my butt and my thigh, his hand closing tighter when it slides to my thigh and lifts it, forcing my leg to wrap around him.
Cade groans, hiding his face in the crook of my neck. “Shit. Don’t let me keep going.”
“Why not?” I ask, morbidly curious even though I can feel the self-restraint tightening his muscles.
He opens his mouth and scrapes his teeth softly against the skin at the crook of my neck and shoulder. A violent shudder reveals just how much I liked that.
“Hope, if you don’t stop me I’ll lift you up onto that bed and have my way with you in your childhood bedroom, while your dad could arrive any time. You deserve much better than that.”
I gasp in his ear. The wordsyour dadare a necessary bucket of cold water.
“Okay, good point.” I loosen the hold on his hair, wondering if it hurt him. I pet his head all sweet in comparison, trying to soothe him. “Maybe we should put some distance.”
“You first,” he says against my neck. “I don’t think I can move.”
Snorting, I lower my leg. The issue is that the friction tears a little sound from him, and I’m not sure if it’s a complaint or the opposite. For a moment he holds me tighter, one hand back on my butt, the other at the back of my neck, until I wedge my hands between us against his chest.
But then I can’t move either.
“You feel amazing,” I admit in a little whisper.
Sighing, he says, “Trust me, you feel even better.”
“Good to know.” My voice trembles, every cell complaining as we slowly take a step back.
Glad to see that his chest rises and falls with the same difficulty as mine, and that his face is just as flaming red. He runs his tongue across his swollen lips, and I almost complain that it’s unfair. He shouldn’t make me want to jump him again.
That’s when it hits me. I just kissed Cade Starr.Me.
I cover my mouth with my hands, absolutely shocked at my own behavior.
“Don’t do that.” Cade runs his hand through his hair, reminding me of the state of mine. “Don’t hide what we just did.”
If anything, that makes my embarrassment grow until I can barely stand. I swivel away from him, busying my hands by redoing my ponytail. “It’s not that I’m trying to hide it. I just don’t know how to face you right now.”
“Why?”
“Cade. We just kissed,” I hiss, glancing over my shoulder as I work the hair tie around my hair. “Scratch that, I just jumped at you after you’ve had a pretty crappy night.”
“Did you forget that I’m the one who pitched the idea at you?”
