Free Bases Loaded (Mustangs Baseball) by Roz Lee Page A

babe.” His thumbs pressed between her legs then gently pulled,
opening the top of her slit. If he could see through the skirt fabric, he would
see her clit peeking out, begging for attention.
    She lifted
trembling hands to the top button on her blouse. Dazed, she did as he said. One
by one, the buttons slid free. Cool air rushed in and caused her heated torso
to break out in goose bumps. When she reached the last button above the skirt’s
waistband, he said, “Pull it open for me. Let me see.”
    His hands were
still beneath her skirt, lazily toying with her folds, her clit, driving her
insane while his gaze roamed every inch of exposed skin above. Her clit pulsed
and throbbed.
    “Now the bra. Push
it up. We’ll unhook it later.”
    She worked the
fabric upward so her freed breasts were framed by her bra on the top, her open
blouse on the sides and the waistband of her skirt below. Cool air hit her
nipples, and they tightened into hard points. Heat crept from her chest to her
face. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip while her hands gripped the
chair arms as if she were about to be launched into space.
    Lord, what was she
doing? She’d had her share of horny professor fantasies, but never anything
that came close to this. Antonio had trapped her within his force field, almost
had her believing the things he said to her.
    “You are so
fucking beautiful, babe.”
    Pretty little
lies.
    Moving quickly, he
took her right breast in his mouth, swirling the nipple with his tongue,
suckling hard. She arched her back, encouraging him to take all he wanted. She
held onto the chair in a death grip while he lavished attention on one breast,
then the other. He seemed to know just what to do to make her lose her mind.
She was wet, drenched between her legs. His fingers found her, plunged deep,
retreated, and plunged again.
    She writhed
against his hand, sliding her ass across the seat toward him until she was
about to fall off the edge. He groaned, sending a shiver of pure carnal lust
from her breast to her pussy.
    She ached for him.
Needed more than fingers and a solo orgasm. She didn’t think twice. She begged.
    “Please.”
    He released her
breast with an audible pop at the same time he withdrew his fingers leaving her
empty and beyond desperate. Before she could muster a protest, he stood,
lifting her as if she were a feather.
    “Got to have you,”
he said.
    Supporting her
with one hand, he shoved her chair out of the way and lowered her to the floor.
    God, the man could
move fast. Home plate to first base in three point nine seconds . He
stood, stripped off his jeans and boots, yanked his shirt over his head, and
dropped to his knees between her splayed legs, wearing nothing but his socks
and a pair of white cotton briefs. He worked her skirt up to her waist and sat
back on his heels.
    “I’m speechless,”
he said. “Tell me you want this.”
    He was speechless?
He had a body every woman dreamed of—all hard planes and tight skin over
defined muscles. Flat, dark nipples punctuated powerful pecs. His ribcage, wide
at his chest, tapered to a slim waist and hips that would fit perfectly between
her legs. She’d never wanted anything or anyone more in her life. He made her
feel reckless and wanton, and the desire in his eyes made her feel beautiful.
If he never looked at her that way again she would take this moment and cherish
it forever.
    “You better have a
condom.” She’d have to kill him if he didn’t. Where that bit of sanity came
from, she didn’t know.
    He reached for his
jeans, fished a foil packet out of his pocket, and shoved his underwear down
his thighs. His erection sprang free. Her mouth watered. He rolled the sheath
on with the ease of a man who had plenty of experience and not an ounce of
self-consciousness.
    The moment of
sanity was gone.
    Clare lifted her
hips in invitation.
    She wanted him
inside her.
    Now.
    His hands slipped
beneath her thighs, lifting and spreading her wide open. Then he