And when she came apart, when her orgasm tore through her, she cried out as wave after wave of undulating pleasure rippled within her.
“That’s it,” Tucker said, thrusting rapidly, then groaning as he came with her.
She collapsed on top of him, still feeling the quaking aftereffects of one very sublime orgasm.
After a few minutes, she came to the realization that they were on the hardwood floor in the hallway.
She lifted up. “This has to be uncomfortable on your back.”
He grinned up at her. “My back wasn’t what I was thinking about when I was inside you.”
Warmth spread through her and she leaned down to brush her lips across his.
She climbed off and they headed down the hall, cleaned up in the bathroom, then collapsed onto her bed.
“That was nice,” she said as they both lay on their backs staring up at the ceiling.
Tucker rolled over on his side and smoothed his hand over her breasts. Her breath caught.
“Just nice? Not phenomenal or earth-shattering?”
She rolled over to face him. “Oh, the earth definitely moved for me. It always does when I’m with you.”
He didn’t smile or make another joke. Instead, he kissed her, this time a soft, gentle kiss that made those flutters in her heart go a little crazy.
When he pulled back, she said, “I didn’t get a chance to ask you about Leo’s game earlier. How did he do?”
“They won by four runs.”
“That’s great. I’m so happy for him.”
He kept touching her, this time tracing the outline of her hip with his fingers. So distracting, in the best possible way.
“How was work today?” he asked.
“Busy day, like all of them are. Nothing eventful.”
“Good. But not easy, either, I’ll bet.”
She liked that he understood her job, that he knew just because it was a regular day didn’t make it easy.
“I’m used to it.”
“And now I’ve kept you up late.”
She laughed. “Hey, I’m the one who showed up at your game.”
His hand lingered at her hip. “So you’re saying you had ulterior motives other than checking out my pitching prowess?”
“I admit to nothing.”
“Smart woman.”
She was putting this off, but if she was going to do this, the time was now. “I checked out your upcoming schedule and I see you have some away games coming up.”
“Yeah. I’ll be gone for the next week. Why? Are you trying to get rid of me?”
“After great sex like that, you think I’d want to get rid of you? You’re crazy. No, I was wondering if you’re free when you’re back in town.”
He paused and she could tell he was thinking. “My next day off is the Tuesday after we get back. Then I have a Wednesday afternoon game the next day, but I’m free that night.” He smiled at her. “Are you asking me out on a date?”
She let out a soft laugh. “Sort of. I’d like to invite you to dinner at my parents’ house.”
He looked at her and his brows rose. “Huh. Now that is some serious business. Your dad doesn’t know about us, does he?”
“Not yet. But after we all have dinner together he will. Is that a problem?”
“Not for me it isn’t.”
She liked that he didn’t hesitate before answering. “Great. Then it’s a date. Let’s say Tuesday? I have an early day, so I’d be available for dinner that night.”
“Tuesday it is. In the meantime, touching you has made my dick hard.”
She looked down at his erection. “Oh, that is a problem, isn’t it?”
“It is. Do you have a remedy for that, doctor?”
She wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked him. “I have the cure for you.”
He rolled her over and kissed her, and any thoughts besides Tucker, his mouth and his body fled her mind.
AFTER A GRUELING LOSS TO CINCINNATI, TUCKER SAT in a private room in the hotel with several of his teammates. Since they were barred from alcohol while on road trips, he nursed an iced tea and thought about how great a beer would taste right now.
He’d pitched tonight’s game, and once again his curve had been off. He couldn’t put his finger on what was going wrong. If he couldn’t depend on his curveball, his career was in trouble. The problem wasn’t consistent, though. And that was the goddamn problem.
They’d been sailing along up by two runs through the first seven innings. Tucker had been in a groove; his pitches had looked good. Then at the top of the eighth, he’d gotten rocked for four runs, including back-to-back homers. And every single one of those hits had come off his curve.
Shit.
Garrett Scott came and sat next to him, not saying a word.
“This really needs to be a shot of tequila,” Tucker said, staring at his iced tea.
Garrett nodded. “We all need a shot tonight.”
Gavin Riley slapped Tucker on the back. “This loss isn’t entirely on you. We couldn’t come up with more runs to help you out.”
Tucker looked up at Gavin. “Two should have been enough. I had that goddamn game. Sorry, guys.”