Page 42 of Double Play

Pulling back, I press upward once more, extending one arm while using my other hand to rip the blanket off her body.

“What the hell?” she cries out, but I don’t give her another moment to question my intentions.

Sucking on her neck, I imprint on her skin, “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever known.” Then moving down her chest with my tongue, I blaze a trail directly up the hill of her breast and swirl around a dusky nipple before drawing the peaked nub into my mouth and staking my claim on her.

“You’re smart and talented and enticing as fuck,” I groan as I move from one breast to the other to repeat my mission.

I’m out to prove she’s seductive and sensual, both very different terms from sexy.

As I move down her belly, taking my time to swipe over her flesh and suck her skin, she eventually relaxes, giving in to my attention.

When I reach the tops of her legs, where the curve of those lush thighs dip to her belly, I take my time to tease her with my tongue and nip her tender flesh until she’s panting again.

Then I dive between them. Not needing a dare to devour her. Not requiring a provision.

I simply desire the truth between us.

But most of all, I want her.

With my tongue against that sensitive nub, I slip my fingers inside her, and India bows backward, giving into my affection, and allowing me to show her how every seductive she is.

eighteen

. . .

[India]

The series with Colorado ended with a win-lose-win combination yesterday evening, and then the team dispersed for their day off. Tonight is the ESP awards in Hollywood and only one Tennessee Terror is up for an honor with the national sports network. Being that The Den is the Terrors’ streaming service, none of my colleagues or myself are part of the ceremony.

Declan surprises me by changing his flight. “Let’s spend the day together.”

The small gesture to stay with me made a big impact.

“What ever shall we do today?” I tease him the next morning while sitting up in bed. I’m happy to spend the remainder of our time together in bed, continuing to explore one another’s bodies. Declan is still as defined as ever, but he has more moves than I remember. He’s been both positively possessive and exquisitely tender in bed, and I love that I never know which side of him I’m going to get.

I like them all.

“Let’s take a hike.”

Oh. The suggestion doesn’t surprise me as much as give me pause. He means he literally wants to do something with me, like he took me dancing in the street.

“Declan Wylde, are you asking me on a date?” I tease him while he collects his belongings strewn around the room.

He stops stuffing a shirt in his duffle bag, returns to the bed and climbs onto the mattress, forcing me to fall back.

“India Baker, there’s nothing more I’d love to do than date you.”

His blue eyes pin me in place and my breath catches. He knows why I can’t openly date him.

“We’d need to keep it a secret,” I whisper, acknowledging that I’d like more time to explore what’s between us. The sex is outstanding, but I’d love to know if there is more outside of sex.

I’m reminded of what he said. Intimacy might overrule lust.

Can I allow myself to have more with him? I shake the thought, knowing I’m ahead of myself like I’d once been. Thinking a week together was meaningful and special, leading to more, until his life was flipped.

“And I’m promising to follow your lead.” He stares down at me, imparting his words. He’ll do what I want. Be public; stay private.

It’s not that I want to hide him, but I need to be careful, like I said the other night. With my heart and my job.