of her and headed back up to kiss her. Only then did he realize her face was wet.
The sight hit him like someone had slammed a fastball into his gut. “Are you crying? No.” He wiped her face. “Don’t—”
“It’s rain, Will. Don’t you feel it?”
The second she said it, a drop splattered on his back. “Oh, thank God. I thought I made you cry. Jocelyn, I never want to make you cry. Ever.”
She bit her lip. “I’m not going to cry, but…”
“What? What is it?”
Closing her eyes, she let out a soft groan of helplessness, moving her hips against him, riding his erection. “This feels so good.… I never…” Each breath was work as she rocked harder. “I never… felt anything… like this. Oh, God, Will, I can’t stop.”
She rammed against him, her eyes shuttered in ecstasy as an orgasm washed over her. “I can’t stop,” she murmured over and over again, holding him with everything she had, battering his poor, engorged cock, damn near making him come, too.
But he held on as the rain picked up, splattering over them, so cool he was surprised it didn’t sizzle when it touched their heated bodies.
“I don’t believe that just happened,” she managed to say, still shaking. “I just… you know… on the Mimosa High baseball field.”
He grinned. “Which just became my best memory on this grass in a lifetime of many.”
She finally opened her eyes, unfocused and lost. “I can’t believe I lost—”
“Believe it.” He quieted her with a kiss. “In the pouring rain, too.”
She wrapped her arms around him, biting back a smile. “I liked it.”
“No shit.”
Still smiling, her eyes sparking with arousal, her cheeks flushed with a climax and wet from the rain, she wrapped her legs all the way around him. “What is your best memory of this field?” she asked.
“Prior to the last five minutes? Um, let me think.”
“The championship game against Collier?” she asked. “No, I bet it was that grand slam junior year.”
He didn’t respond, but a slow chill of disbelief walked over his bare skin.
“Or maybe it was the night you got MVP as a freshman. That was big.”
Holy, holy hell. “You remember all that?”
“Of course. You were…” She swallowed and gave him the rueful smile of a shared joke. “You were everything to me.” Her words echoed his of that morning, as sweet as a fastball snapping into his catcher’s mitt.
Except for the past tense. He wanted to be everything to her now.
Cupping her breast, her heart pulsing into his palm as if her blood were pumping right into him, he looked into her eyes. Around them, the world lay silent except for the gentle tap of raindrops on the grass and his back.
“Jocelyn, what’s it going to take?”
“To get me in bed?”
He smiled. “I think we’re on our way to that. To get you to say those words you never got a chance to tell me that night?”
For at least five, six, maybe seven beats of the heart he could feel under his palm, she just looked at him.
“You want me to say…”
“I lo—”
“No.” She put her hand over his mouth. “Not yet. Not here. Not half naked in the grass.”
“I can’t think of a better time or place.”
She shook her head. “No.”
Disappointment thudded in his stomach, but he just nodded.
“Hey,” she whispered, lifting her hips. “We gonna leave a runner on second?”
“Not if I’m calling the plays.” He kissed her again, dragging his hand over her bare body, loving every curve, every moan, every sensory overload. The rain intensified, no drizzle now, but a pounding, pouring wash over everything. He slipped his hand between her legs, massaging gently, then flipping the snap and pulling the zipper of what were surely some grass-stained white pants.
“Jossie?”
“Mmmm.”
“I think I’m getting to third.”
He eased his hand over her lower abdomen, into her satiny panties, onto her sweet mound. She arched up to meet his touch, giving him entrance to her slippery womanhood.
There. There. There was the everything he wanted. White lights exploded behind his eyes, blinding and—
“Shit!” They both jumped at the same time, the near simultaneous thunder warning just how close that lightning had struck.
“Off the field!” He scooped up her fallen clothes, grabbed her hands to yank her up, and tore across the field just as another jagged white line split the blackened sky and a rumble rolled over the stadium.
Her hand slipped out of his, and he whipped around to see her standing in the rain, naked from the waist up, barefoot,