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“Oh, I don’t know, maybe dating someone who you haven’t seen in years, but has always been yours?”
Her pupils dilate and she sucks in a breath. “That’s…averyspecific question.”
“That it is.” I sip my drink, loving the beautiful crimson dusting her cheeks. I can’t wipe the smile off my face.
I glance up at the TV behind her. The game started, it’s already the top of the third. She follows my line of sight. “Oh shoot, the game started! We must have lost track of time! Should we head to our seats?” I don’t even care about the game, I would be fine just sitting and talking with her all night. I take our now empty glasses to the bar, close our tab, and guide her by the small of her back out the door and to our seats.
Two innings later, I’ve been so distracted by her that I don’t even know what the score is. “What sounds good for dinner?”
“Um,” she puts her finger to her lips for a moment as she ponders. “How about a few hotdogs when the vendor comes by…and if your team is magically up at the bottom of the inning, dinner is on me?”
I let out a small laugh as I check the score. “Alright, not exactly fair given the current score, but you have a deal.” There is no way in hell I am letting her pay either way.
Chapter ten
Emma
Ok,Ifeelalittlebad. My team is up 9-1 and it’s only the bottom of the 6th. We have been laughing, yelling at players who can’t hear us, and having an amazing time. It’s almost too easy…except that question he asked me at the bar.
Dylan always had this way about him. He has an energy that everyone is drawn to. It was one of the things I loved about him when we first started dating, but as things got serious between us, my own self esteem took a hit. It’s never fun when your boyfriend is more attractive and outgoing than you. You’re always worried you’re not good enough. You question your value and self worth—even if you know it’s all in your head.
It’s now the seventh inning stretch, so I get up to grab us a few beers. I am halfway out of my seat when he playfully grabs my wrist. “Hey, where do you think you’re going?”
“Oh, I was just going to grab us a few drinks.”
His grip tightens slightly and he pulls me down toward him, our faces now inches apart. My whole body is tingling. He so easily possesses my entire body just holding my wrist. I wonder what would happen if I went home with him tonight…Man, I need to walk this off!I know it’s been a while since I’ve had sex, but it’s ridiculous how turned on I am at the thought of surrendering to him in bed.
He’s now frowning, where just a few moments ago he was sporting an ear to ear grin. “If you think for one moment that I am going to let you buy drinks for us, you’ve lost your mind. I know you always hated it when I doted on you, but tonight…you’re going to let me.” His expression softens, but his gaze is lethal. “We have drink service with our seats. I got this. Now”—his voice lowers to just above a whisper and says in the silkiest voice I have ever heard—“be a good girl and sit down. Let me take care of you.” He presses a kiss to the inside of my wrist, making my body buzz with arousal. I sit back down and he waves down one of the servers, his other arm rests behind my chair. I am frozen in my seat, trying to process what he just said.Does he know that calling me that is a total turn on for me?It’s as if he read all of my favorite books and conjured up the ultimate book boyfriend to play for the night.
As he flags down a server, I hear a dreaded announcement over the speakers. “Alright, everyone! It’s time to pucker up! It’s Kiss Cam time!”Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Please don’t pan to us!
I absolutely want to kiss him—especially after that little interaction between us—but I sure as hell don’t want it to be because of adamn kiss cam. As if he can sense my discomfort, he leans in next to my ear and whispers, “Come on, let's get up and stretch our legs. We can grab drinks at the bar, instead.” I breathe out the biggest sigh of relief as he stands and offers his hand to help me up.
We take a walk around the stadium, holding hands, and he leads me to the end of right field. I definitely needed to move after sitting for so long. I figure we will just return the way we came and grab a few beers, but he pauses, stopping us in our tracks. His gaze moves down at my lips, then back to my eyes. “E, since the moment I saw you tonight, I’ve wanted to kiss you.” He looks out toward the stadium, and continues, “While I wouldn’t mind it being in front of hundreds of people”—his free hand snakes around my lower back and pulls me to him, my hand moves to his chest to brace myself—“the way I want to kiss you is not at all appropriate for a jumbotron.”
My body is humming in anticipation. “And how do you want to kiss me, Mr. Alexander?” A rumble comes from his chest. He doesn’t respond with words, instead backs me up until I feel the railing behind me. The movement sucks the breath out of me, and I almost stumble. I immediately regret wearing heels tonight, no matter how sexy they make my legs look. I knew what I was getting myself into as soon as those words left my lips. He lets go of my hand, both of his now on each side of my face, before pulling my lips to his. It starts slow, almost innocent, taking me back to when we were younger. I’m secretly hoping he will take this further like he promised. I know I am playing with fire but I can’t help the moan that escapes me as he leans into me.
He growls into my mouth, “Emma…” Saying my name as a warning, one I should heed.
I do no such thing, instead lightly nipping his lower lip as I pull away from him. “Hmm?” I purr back. As if I unleashed a caged wild animal, his mouth crashes into mine. It is no longer gentle, it’s commanding, as if he is trying to make up for lost time in one kiss. Years of my pent up anger and hurt melt away, as his tongue sweeps across mine. I hear someone clearing their throat behind him which causes us to abruptly end what could have easily been one of the best kisses of my life. I let out a whimper as his lips leave mine.The man was trying to devour me.It clearly did something for him too based on his hard length pressed against me.
I’m still sandwiched between him and the railing when I attempt to collect myself. “Dylan.” My voice comes out like a plea, even if I didn’t intend it. “We, uh…we should get back to our seats.” He kisses me on the cheek, barely a peck, then steps back from me, not saying a word. My hand is back in his as we walk back to our section. I can barely walk after that panty melting kiss. Great, now I am thinking about my panties, and how I will probably need to ditch them soon. My whole body is on fire from just one kiss.So much for being “just friends.”
It’s a boring last few innings of the game, except that he hasn’t let go of my hand the entire time. It’s comfortable, a littletoocomfortable for a first date. It makes me nervous all over again, and it’s messing with my head. That kiss though—I don’t remember him having so much passion and he definitely never called me a “good girl” before.I wonder if he knows…No, stop this, Emma! Get it together!!!
The final score is 12-2. Yes, I’m a sore winner, and may have celebrated a little too loudly. He doesn’t mind though, knowing I was like this years ago. Standing first, he offers his hand to pull me to my feet. It’s a little too hard and fast and I end up chest to chest with him. He wraps an arm around my back to steady me, pulling me closer, looking at my lips with hunger in his eyes.Is he going to kiss me again?I begin to question the state of my lipstick—which claims to be budge-proof and kiss-proof, but after a hotdog, that heady makeout session at right field, and a few drinks, I’m not so sure. He doesn’t lean in, making it feel like a stand-off. The electricity between us is unmistakable. It was like this when we were together before, but this is a whole other level. I think he enjoys taking control, and I want him to take what’s his.Seriously, one kiss and I’m a damn Dylan stan?To my disappointment, he releases me and takes half a step back. I clear my throat, “Ready to make out? Crap. I, uh, mean head out! Ready to head out?”Oh. My. God. I did NOT just say that!
He lets out a low chuckle that makes my belly flip. “Yeah.” Not sure which question he’s answering, he takes my hand, leads us out of our row, up the steps, and back the way we came into the stadium.I guess there’s my answer.Probably for the best. I don’t like how I can slip into routine with him so easily. My head and heart say we need to take this slow, but my body is protestingveryloudly.
I stop him for a moment before we exit. “Mind if I use the restroom first?”
“Of course not. Take your time.” He reluctantly releases my hand, squeezing it three times before letting go. The old habit of his has to be a tick…Unless? Is it possible? No.“I’ll be over at the cart grabbing a couple of waters for the road.”
I rush off to the bathroom feeling like my bladder is about to explode. I didn’t want to bethat girlwho gets up during a game, but now I’m regretting it. Definitely need to get rid of these panties—it’s becoming quite uncomfortable with all of the sexual tension between us. It was one kiss, and I’m not just wet, I’m freaking soaked. My damn body is betraying me tonight.
Once I’m done, I wash and dry my hands, and when I look in the mirror I’m impressed that my lipstick is still immaculate. I pull my hair out of the bun, debating on leaving it down. He always loved it when I wore my hair down, and I’m feeling a little flirty right now. I comb my fingers through my faux auburn locks. They have a little bit of a beach wave to them from being up most of the day. I touch up my lipstick a little and with a final ’fit check, I head out to find Dylan.
I head over toward the cart that he said he would be at, but he’s nowhere to be found. I look left and right, and for a brief moment nearly panic that he left me here.No, he wouldn’t do that. We are at a game, this isn’t 16 years ago when he ghosted you. Just as I am about to pull out my phone, I spot him leaning against a pillar a few aisles down from where I’m at—waters in one hand and checking his phone in the other. I head his way, and as I get closer, his eyes meet mine and light up. Pushing off the pillar and pocketing his phone, he begins walking toward me, looking more like a lion on the prowl. The closer he gets, the more heat I see in his eyes. When I think he is about to take my hand to continue out to the car, he quickly wraps his hand around to my lower back, pulling me in close like earlier. He knocks the breath out of me and I joke, “Whoa there, tiger! You forgot I’m wearing heels, I nearly fell over!”
