“That’s oh so good.”

He gripped her hips and lifted into her. “Yeah, it is. Now ride me and make us both come.”

She rocked against him, her body clenching as she rolled back and forth. And when he reached up and grasped her breasts to tease her nipples, sparks of sensation shot like an out-of-control fire right to her sex, making her gasp and writhe against him.

Rubbing her clit against him was exquisite, a brutally sweet sensation that drove her close to orgasm. She could feel her pussy tighten around his cock, could feel the way he swelled impossibly larger inside of her each time he thrust, dragging her closer to the edge.

“That’s it, babe,” he said, his fingers digging into her hips. “Make us come.”

She was panting, her body on the ragged edge where reality was no longer possible. She was all nerve endings, every part of her tuned in to their connection, to the intense way Tucker made eye contact with her as he drove into her. She wasn’t just one person any longer—she was part of him, just as he was part of her.

And when she came apart, when her orgasm tore through her, she cried out as wave after wave of undulating pleasure rippled within her.

“That’s it,” Tucker said, thrusting rapidly, then groaning as he came with her.

She collapsed on top of him, still feeling the quaking aftereffects of one very sublime orgasm.

After a few minutes, she came to the realization that they were on the hardwood floor in the hallway.

She lifted up. “This has to be uncomfortable on your back.”

He grinned up at her. “My back wasn’t what I was thinking about when I was inside you.”

Warmth spread through her and she leaned down to brush her lips across his.

She climbed off and they headed down the hall, cleaned up in the bathroom, then collapsed onto her bed.

“That was nice,” she said as they both lay on their backs staring up at the ceiling.

Tucker rolled over on his side and smoothed his hand over her breasts. Her breath caught.

“Just nice? Not phenomenal or earth-shattering?”

She rolled over to face him. “Oh, the earth definitely moved for me. It always does when I’m with you.”

He didn’t smile or make another joke. Instead, he kissed her, this time a soft, gentle kiss that made those flutters in her heart go a little crazy.

When he pulled back, she said, “I didn’t get a chance to ask you about Leo’s game earlier. How did he do?”

“They won by four runs.”

“That’s great. I’m so happy for him.”

He kept touching her, this time tracing the outline of her hip with his fingers. So distracting, in the best possible way.

“How was work today?” he asked.

“Busy day, like all of them are. Nothing eventful.”

“Good. But not easy, either, I’ll bet.”

She liked that he understood her job, that he knew just because it was a regular day didn’t make it easy.

“I’m used to it.”

“And now I’ve kept you up late.”

She laughed. “Hey, I’m the one who showed up at your game.”

His hand lingered at her hip. “So you’re saying you had ulterior motives other than checking out my pitching prowess?”

“I admit to nothing.”

“Smart woman.”

She was putting this off, but if she was going to do this, the time was now. “I checked out your upcoming schedule and I see you have some away games coming up.”

“Yeah. I’ll be gone for the next week. Why? Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“After great sex like that, you think I’d want to get rid of you? You’re crazy. No, I was wondering if you’re free when you’re back in town.”

He paused and she could tell he was thinking. “My next day off is the Tuesday after we get back. Then I have a Wednesday afternoon game the next day, but I’m free that night.” He smiled at her. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

She let out a soft laugh. “Sort of. I’d like to invite you to dinner at my parents’ house.”

He looked at her and his brows rose. “Huh. Now that is some serious business. Your dad doesn’t know about us, does he?”

“Not yet. But after we all have dinner together he will. Is that a problem?”

“Not for me it isn’t.”

She liked that he didn’t hesitate before answering. “Great. Then it’s a date. Let’s say Tuesday? I have an early day, so I’d be available for dinner that night.”

“Tuesday it is. In the meantime, touching you has made my dick hard.”

She looked down at his erection. “Oh, that is a problem, isn’t it?”

“It is. Do you have a remedy for that, doctor?”

She wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked him. “I have the cure for you.”

He rolled her over and kissed her, and any thoughts besides Tucker, his mouth and his body fled her mind.

AFTER A GRUELING LOSS TO CINCINNATI, TUCKER SAT in a private room in the hotel with several of his teammates. Since they were barred from alcohol while on road trips, he nursed an iced tea and thought about how great a beer would taste right now.

He’d pitched tonight’s game, and once again his curve had been off. He couldn’t put his finger on what was going wrong. If he couldn’t depend on his curveball, his career was in trouble. The problem wasn’t consistent, though. And that was the goddamn problem.