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As soon as we get inside, I drop the roses on the stacked milk crates that act as my shoe shelf, and I reach for Henry again.
We make out like a couple of crazed teenagers for a long time, but even though I want him to undress me and have his way with me, he doesn’t. His phone rings, interrupting the moment.
He pulls it out of his jacket. “Gabriel,” he tells me before he answers. “Yes?” Pause. “Okay. We’ll be right down. Addison was just…giving me a tour of her apartment.”
I stifle a laugh and tuck my face into his warm chest while he finishes the call. Wrapping both arms around me, he says, “We should go. We’ll be late for the game.”
“I kind of had something else in mind,” I say, lifting my face and giving him a sexy look.
“Oh, God, Addie, you’re making this so hard.”
“I thought I was making something hard,” I tease.
Resting his forehead against mine, he says, “I want to wait. Well, actually I don’t. What I want to do is strip you down right here and lick every inch of your perfect body, but I know we should wait.”
“Why? I kind of like your plan with all the naked licking.”
He chuckles, then groans. “We can’t. Because when we do this, it’s going to be the perfect moment in the perfect place. I’m going to take my time exploring you and it won’t be while two bodyguards stand outside on the street waiting for us. And it won’t be until you trust me enough to know this is forever.”
“That sounds good, too,” I say, my voice coming out breathy. I sigh and try to rein in my feelings of longing. “Okay, take me out to the ball game.”
Chapter 8
Henry
Well that was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done—pun intended. Walking away from what would have been an explosively perfect afternoon of naked pleasure now seems like it was one of the stupidest things I’ve ever done because my balls are so full, I’m sure they are literally blue at the moment. My cock can’t seem to stay down and keeps straining against my jeans every time Addison brushes against me, whether it’s her hand or her arm against mine.
It’s the start of the seventh inning and even though I enjoy watching a ball game as much as the next guy, all I can think about is touching her naked body and tasting her.
“Here, try this,” Addie says, dipping her giant pretzel in some sort of thick cheesy sauce. “You haven’t been to a ball game until you’ve had a ball park pretzel.”
“That’s what you said about the hot dog.”
“That too,” she says, popping the bite into my mouth.
“Mm. That’s actually quite delicious,” I say as I bite down on the warm doughy treat.
“I know. That’s why I bought it.”
I reach for another bite but she pulls it away and says, “Nah uh. The rest is mine.”
“What? You’re a bit of a tongue tease, you know.”
Addison bursts out laughing, then shrugs, and says, “I’m not an anything tease. I just have stronger feelings about this pretzel than I do about you at the moment.”
Gasping, I pretend to be offended. “Now I’m glad I didn’t succumb to your advances earlier because I know you were just going to use me for sex.”
Her mouth full of pretzel, Addison covers it with her hand while she tries not to laugh. When she recovers and swallows, she says, “It’s true. I just want you for your body.”
Our fun is interrupted by the sound of a man’s voice coming from the aisle. “Addison?”
Her face falls when she looks up to see who it is.
“Addison, it is you. Nora told me it was you but I thought she was wrong.”
I turn and look up at him, seeing that he’s a well-put together older gentleman. He smiles at me and holds out his hand. “Phillip Cooke.”
“Henry Walsh.”
