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“Four,” I muttered unhappily.
She nodded. “Okay. When will you be back in New York?”
“Honestly, I don’t know. I can get Stewart to send you our schedule.”
Zariah snorted. “That’s okay. I’m sure one of my brothers has the Yankees’ schedule memorized by now.”
“You could fly up to Boston on Saturday,” I suggested. “We could revisit some of our favorite places.”
Her gaze spoke of her reluctance, and my gut twisted. I was going to be away from her for over a week, at the least. I didn’t want to spend even a day without her now that she was back in my life, but I knew I had to give her as much time as she needed, to prove to her that things were different this time.
“Please, Red.” I didn’t care that I was begging. I needed to know I would see her in a few days, or I wasn’t going to be able to concentrate on the games I would be pitching.
“Which ones are you starting?” she asked, playing with the stem of her wineglass.
“I pitched the last game, so I won’t pitch again until Sunday. Then again the third game at Texas.”
She tilted her glass to her lips and drained the rest of its contents. Licking her lips, she placed the glass on the table beside her plate. “Maybe…” She licked her lips again, back to seeming nervous again. “Maybe I’ll fly out to Texas for the third game too.”
“Too?” I repeated, already pushing my chair back from the table.
“Yeah,” she said with a casual shrug. “Since I’m going to drive up to Boston on Saturday.”
I was around the table and had her lifted under her ass within seconds. With a giggle, she wrapped her legs around my waist. When I glanced around for a clue as to where the stairs were, she pointed back down the hall. “Off the living room,” she murmured, already nipping at my chin with her teeth. “Did I mention I like this stubble? Are you growing it out?”
“Only if you want me to.” I kept a tight hold on her as I took the stairs three at a time. “Fuck, baby. I can feel how wet you are through your shorts. Have you been like this all evening?”
“I woke up this wet,” she complained.
“My poor baby,” I soothed, pushing the door open that she indicated was hers. “Let me ease that ache, Zariah.”
“Yes, please,” she purred, falling back onto the bed, spreading herself like a flower blooming under my eyes.
I dropped to my knees and tried not to tear off her shorts and panties. I may have ripped a hole in her delicate underwear, but she didn’t seem to care when the sound echoed through the bedroom. The next moment, my mouth was attached to her dripping pussy.
The perfect dessert following any dinner.
