next. He gives me a slow, sexy smile. Damn. Why haven’t I fucked a baseball player sooner? I know I was married, but I’d been around them my entire life. I should have considered them before today.
The air between us is tense as his eyes linger on my face. “Your husband really dead, or were you just saying that to get me to come home with you?”
“Is that why you came back here with me? Because my husband died, and you feel sorry for me?”
“Fuck no.” He blows out a breath, raking his hand through his hair. It’s at that point, his quick comebacks and vulgar words falter, and I sense the innocence he still possesses. Nervousness even. Blinking the emotion away, he smiles. “The only thing I’m sorry for is not taking you home sooner.”
I lick my lips, searching his face bathed in the golden light of my porch. My breathing falters like his did in the car as he traps me against the coolness of the door. “He’s dead. Car accident. Last week.”
His brow pulls together. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, I was too, until I found out he wasn’t paying our bills and had a girlfriend on the side. Karma. Don’t fuck with karma.”
His lips quirk into a beautiful smile. “Noted.” Kissing me again, he pants against my lips, “How about you fuck me instead?”
“Show me the way.”
His eyes lift, his mouth parting from mine. “You have to unlock the door first.”
“Right.”
When a base runner is on second or third base, they are in scoring position.
SYDNEY
Don’t worry, I didn’t leave you hanging. We’re just about to the good stuff. So pay the fuck attention.
Inside the house, we waste no time getting to the bedroom upstairs. He trips twice in an attempt to carry me, and eventually, we end up in my bedroom. Where Collin and I slept. The thought isn’t lost on me, but I care about none of that as I try to wiggle my way out of my mom jeans.
I attempt to get them off when I smack my foot into the bedframe. “Son of a baseball!”
He laughs, helping me to the bed. “Need help?”
“If you don’t want me to knock myself out before we get to the good stuff, then yeah, help a girl out.”
With a gentle push, he lays me flat on the mattress and hastily removes his shirt. I’m not disappointed by what’s revealed. I mean, come on. Athletic twenty-two-year-old without a shirt on? It’s breathtaking to see such honed and perfect muscles. Again, I should have considered baseball players sooner.
Leaning forward, he plants both hands on the mattress when he notices my hesitation before I do. He moves between my legs hanging off the edge of the bed and toward him. A tenderness runs between us, and his movements slow. “What’s wrong?”
I don’t want to tell him that he might struggle to get these jeans off, and we should probably just cut them off, because that’s not what’s wrong here. He can read me better than I can. The truth is, the second I’m on that bed, and I look up at the ceiling, I’m reminded that I once shared this bedroom with another man, who wasn’t the one hovering over me.
He swallows and nods, but utters no words for a beat. “We don’t have to.”
I can’t keep my hands off him and start pawing at his chest, desperate to touch him. “It’s not that I don’t want to.”
He’s just as focused, refusing to take his hands off me. “Then what is it?”
“I’m usually not the kind of girl that does things like this.”
His mouth finds mine again, and for the first time, our no-no parts make friends. It’s amazing. I grind into him, wrapping my legs around his waist, desperate for more. His head falls forward, the muscles in his chest tightening as he flexes his hips forward. “You mean the kind that fucks a guy she met at a bar?”
“Yeah.” I wince. It sounds bad when he says it like that, doesn’t it? “But technically, I met you at coffee.”
“True.” A breath expands his chest, his muscles flexing with the movement. “But I don’t think that. I wouldn’t.”
Sitting up on my elbows, I crane my neck forward and take a deep breath. “You’re saying that so we’ll have sex, aren’t you?” I seek out his lips, wanting more of those kisses he gave me in the car.
“Well… yeah.” Raising one leg up on the bed, he circles his other arm around my