Page 9 of The Player I Can’t Pick

I wasn’t lying to him. I am kissable, but the fact remains that he’s a legend when it comes to baseball, and he can have any woman he wants. I’ve seen the women he dates, and I look nothing like them. I’m not sure what to think about any of this, but I hold my breath and wait for his lips to touch mine.

I think I’m prepared, but there is absolutely nothing that could prepare me for being kissed by Guy Brody.

His hold on the back of my neck tightens, and he searches my eyes. “Put your hands on my shoulders.”

I do as he asks, and I feel him tremble beneath my touch. He pulls me closer, and before I know what’s happening I’m straddling his lap. His head falls back with a groan.

“Am I hurting you?” I ask.

He nods. “In a good way.”

His eyes darken as he looks at me. “I’m afraid I’m not going to want to stop kissing you.”

I open my mouth to tell him he doesn’t have to but quickly stop myself. There’s no way I’m sleeping with Guy Brody. I can handle a kiss or two, but there is no way I can sleep with him and come out of it whole.

He cups my cheek and leans closer. “Hold on.”

My arms tighten around his shoulders, and his lips touch mine.

It’s brief and so gentle. I’m just about to exhale when he kisses me again. This time, he tilts my head and presses his mouth harder. His tongue touches mine, and there’s no holding back my moan.

He smiles against my lips. “Fuck. I knew kissing you would change my life.”

Before I can ask him what that means, he kisses me again. My body melts against his, and I feel his erection pressing against his jeans. The way I’m straddling him has him right against my center, and I rock against him before I can stop myself.

The friction makes my whole body tighten. “Yes,” I moan.

He pulls back and stares at me with wide eyes. “Fuck,” he groans.

I know exactly what he means. He tilts my head to the side and presses his mouth to my neck. My nipples harden, and I press my chest against his. I’m breathless as he kisses along my neck and collarbone. When his tongue slides across my skin, my whole body tenses. Can a woman come just from having her neck licked? I’m starting to think so.

My hand slips between us, and I cup the hard length of him through his jeans. His body jerks, and he stops kissing me to look into my eyes.

I quickly pull my hand away. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t apologize. You can touch me anytime you want.”

I giggle. “Anytime, huh?”

He opens his mouth, but before he can answer, a loud buzzing sound goes off, and we both freeze. I move back into my chair as Guy pulls his phone from his pocket. He looks at the screen and swears before turning off the alarm. “Shit. I have to go. I have a plane to catch.”

There’s no hiding my disappointment. “Oh. Right.”

I start to stand, but he pulls me back onto his lap. “I don’t want to go, and I want to see you again.”

I bunch the front of his shirt in my fist. “Really?”

He holds out his hand. “Give me your phone.”

I lean over and pull it from my purse. As soon as I hand it to him, he starts typing in his contact information. His phone starts to ring but stops instantly, and he doesn’t even look at it.

He holds my phone out to me, but when I reach for it, he doesn’t let go. “I don’t want to go.”

I shrug. “I get it. You have a plane to catch.”

He cups my cheek. “Yeah, but it’s important to me that you know I don’t want to leave. Not now, when we’re just getting to know each other.”

I tug on my phone again. He holds it for another second before finally letting go. “When I get back to town, I want to see you.”