Page 6 of The Baseball Player's Obsession

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Nate

I can't believe this beautiful woman is sitting across from me, letting me hold her hand while we have dinner together. Everything about her is perfect. I can't take my eyes off of her.

I devour every inch of her face. She's got a smoking hot body too, no doubt, but it's her face that I love more than anything.

Those beautiful midnight blue eyes, those long, raven tresses, the sound of her pretty little voice. I never thought I had a kink, but if I do, it's definitely the sound of Brandy’s voice. It's sweet and innocent, yet sultry and sexy at the same time.

I could listen to her talk all day about absolutely anything. I don't taste the food. I don't even pay attention to what I order. I just tell the waiter to bring me the same thing that my girl is having.

It's unbelievable, but she seems to be into me too. I love the way her cheeks flush at every touch. For once, I don't mind answering a girl's questions.

“Ask me anything you want, baby. I'll tell you anything you want to know.”

And I mean it too. I’m an open book for her. Nothing is off-limits for my Brandy.

I realize this is insane for someone who was so dead set against falling in love just a few days ago, but this is as unstoppable as a freight train. There's no slowing it down.

There's no stopping the way I feel. I was a fool to think I could ever try. One look at Brandy is all it took for me to fall so deep down the rabbit hole that I'll never be able to dig my way out—and I don't even want to.

I'm still terrified she's going to destroy me, but it'll be worth it. She can do whatever she wants to me.

What I'm more terrified of now is hurting her. I don't want to have any secrets from her, but there is one big one looming over my head, and that's the way I've been stalking her.

How am I ever supposed to tell her that? Something tells me she's not going to be okay with that. She keeps looking at me with those dreamy violet eyes.

“I didn't know guys like you existed,” she admits in a husky little murmur that sends my pulse racing and causes guilt to clog my insides. She thinks I'm her prince charming, and God, do I want to be, but I feel more like the evil villain with my deceit.

I push all of that out of my mind for the time being, though. I'm not going to waste the precious moments I have with her stressing over something I can't change. I'll deal with that when the time comes.

I will tell her eventually—when the time is right. Surely, she'll understand what she and I have. I just can't help it. My obsession with her runs deeper than anything I've ever experienced before.

We finish our dinner, and panic lights in my chest at the thought of taking her home. I can't let her go now.

“Come back with me to my place.” I say it is a demand but try to make my voice pose it as a question. I want her to feel like she has a choice, even though I don't know if I'll be able to let her go if she says no.

Her cheeks turn a beautiful shade of pink before she licks her lips and nods shyly. “Okay.”

My cock is a steel rod in my pants as I take her hand and lead her to my car. I wonder if that shade of pink on her cheeks matches the pink of what I already know is going to be the prettiest little pussy in the entire world.

I feel her fingers trembling in mine, and I bring them up to my lips and kiss them gently, wordlessly assuring her that everything's going to be okay. I keep my eyes pinned on her the entire time, trying to convey to her just how much I adore her. How much I want to worship every inch of her body.

How I don't just want to fuck her. I want to make love to her. Not just her body either. I want to make love to her mind, her soul. I want to wrap myself so tightly around her that the world dissolves into nothing but her and me.

My cock is leaking and making a mess of my boxers, but fuck if I can make it go down. Being this close to brandy does something to me I can't control. It's something primal. Some instinct that I can't deny.

An instinct that’s telling me to claim her once and for all as mine and only mine.

CHAPTERFOUR

Brandy

The promises smolderingin Nate’s golden eyes have my heart beating a mile a minute. It's like the air around us is charged with energy.

We don't speak much on the ride to his place, but Nate touches me at all times. He drives with a hand on my knee or with his hand clasped over mine, and it's like I'm feeding off of his touch. I feel the warmth flowing from him into me.

It's the most spiritual thing I've ever felt before. Our connection is a live thing pulsing between us, and every time I peek glances over at him, my heart jumps up into my throat.

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