Page 7 of The Baseball Player's Obsession

He finally pulls his hand away from mine to turn into his driveway, but his hands aren't off me for long because no sooner does he kill the engine than he's out of the car and coming around to the passenger side to pull me out.

He wraps his arms around my waist as he pulls me up, and then we stare at each other, both of our breath catching as our eyes collide.

I can't tell who makes the first move, but suddenly, our lips are pressed together.

I instantly open for him. His tongue slides into my mouth, and dear lord, the way this man kisses me…

He kisses me like he's dying and I'm the only thing that can save him. He kisses me like he's staking a claim and damn but Iwantto be claimed by him.

This is the stuff romance novels are made of—the way his big arm circles around me and lifts me…the way my legs instinctively wrap around his waist.

We both thread our fingers into each other's hair. Nate angles my head the way he wants to deepen the kiss, stroking the flame within me higher and higher.

I'm gone. I can't think of anything but the insistent pressure of his lips on mine and the way the huge bulge in his pants is pressing right against my engorged clit.

I don't even think about it before I start humping against him, sliding my mound up and down his rigid length.

Stars burst behind my closed eyes, and he groans into my mouth as he pushes back into me. My eyes flutter open, and I barely get a glimpse of his house before we become a tangle of limbs. It's a good thing Nate’s house is a bit off the road because here we are standing outside, dry-humping each other like animals in heat.

Even though my entire body is flushed, it's not from embarrassment. It's from hunger and just what this man does to me. He could pull my pants down and take me right here and I wouldn't utter a word of protest.

But it seems Nate is able to keep a clearer head than me because the next thing I know, I feel my back hit a wall. I open my eyes again to see that he's carried me indoors.

My breath hitches when I see his golden orbs burning down into me before he claims my lips again.

I close my eyes and whimper, kissing him back.

“Fuck, princess, do you know what you do to me? You're driving me fucking wild.”

Before I can say anything, he kisses me again, and then he trails those kisses all along my jawline and over the column of my throat.

I don't know what it is about him kissing my throat, but it sends wetness pooling between my thighs.

“Nate,” I whimper his name, and it's like I've pressed a turbo button on the man. He suddenly pulls me from the wall and carries me through his house before he falls onto the bed with me.

He carefully cradles my body and keeps himself from putting his entire weight on top of me as we crash, our lips colliding again as I dry hump against him furiously, shamelessly. I should be embarrassed, but I can’t control myself.

“Goddamn, baby. You keep this up you're going to be the death of me, you know that?” he growls as he slips my shirt over my head and pulls down my pants.

I struggle to pull his shirt off him. He helps me, and grabs it, tugging it off with one arm in that super sexy way only guys can do.

I try not to pant like a bitch in heat as I ogle the muscles lining his chest and abdomen. The man is sex on a stick—seriously.

And when he slips down his boxers and pants in one fluid movement, his huge erection bobs free. My eyes widen when I see the moisture beading the tip and take in the sheer length and girth of him.

He spreads my legs wide, his gaze pinned at the sensitive flesh between them. My cheeks are burning, but I don't even try to cover myself. I'm modest and self-conscious as hell, but the way his eyes are drinking me up gives me courage. I let him look his fill, and when a guttural groan tears up out of his chest as he falls to his knees in front of me, it's like a balm to my soul.

“Just look at this pretty little thing. Got to get a taste of it,” he murmurs almost reverently.

And then his mouth is on me. He laves me with one possessive lick from slit to clit before he starts to suck and slurp on me in earnest.

It's filthy the noises he's making, but they're turning me on like nothing else. He's groaning and growling as he goes down on me, and it only causes me to spasm more when I look down and see him fisting his huge cock and stroking it up and down while he feasts on me.

“That's right, baby,” he encourages me as his golden eyes capture mine. “I felt that little spasm. Keep going, princess. Come all over your daddy's tongue.”

I don't know what it is about that word, but it sends such a shockwave running through me. I remember how I came thinking of Nate calling himself my daddy before and now here he is doing it in the flesh. It's all I need to send me tipping over the edge.

And holy moly, this orgasm is ten times more intense than the first one I gave myself. I'm screaming, fisting my hands in Nate's hair. He holds my legs open as I shake and spasm underneath him.

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