Free Balls: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (A Cruz Boys Novel Book 1) by Danielle Slater, Nora Lane

amusement and skepticism on her face.
    “You know, you can be quite the charmer when you’re not being a schmuck.”
    “I’m the total package,” I said with a wink.
    I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the railing, a spot where we could be closer to the music, closer to each other. And the spot where I could push forward and she couldn’t escape.
    The rhythm got faster, more urgent. And the bass got deeper, dirtier. A throaty grit that bypassed the filters in your brain and stoked the fires in your soul.
    Our bodies started to move. At first, apart and following our own rhythms.
    Her hips swayed and pulled at me like a tidal moon. She moved with a sultry grace, in that natural, unselfconscious way that everyone wishes they could.
    She was a goddess, one deserving my praise and devotion.
    I leaned my waist forward and, for the first time, she didn’t shy away. Her firm cheeks pressed into me. My cock strained so hard I thought it was about to explode. If a doctor could’ve measured my blood pressure on my shaft and on my arm, it would’ve said I was dead either way. The arm from a flatline response and the shaft from hypertension.
    I slid my hands forward over her hips and wrapped one over her tight stomach. I pulled her into me and heard a gasp as the length of my shaft flattened on her backside.
    Something inside me sparked. A spark I hadn’t felt before. It somehow felt deeper, more substantial, than anything I’d experienced before.
    She turned her head and yelled to be heard.
    “I saw some flashes going off down below. The public is eating this up. We’ll be all over social media tomorrow.”
    Was this a show for her?
    Because everything inside me screamed that this was the most real thing I’d ever done.
    “Let’s give them something to talk about,” I said.
    I leaned over and kissed her neck. I ran my tongue up to her little fleshy earlobe and nipped it with as gentle a bite as I could manage.
    Her butt ground into my crotch.
    It took every ounce of self-control I had not to tear her dress off and sink myself between her supple thighs.
    My hand on her belly dropped a little lower, and I pulled her closer. The muscles in my arms went rigid as I fought the impulse to crush her into me.
    I spun her around and pulled her close, my precarious hold on restraint melting away.
    I needed her. Like a drug.
    Like the cure.
    I lowered my head and kissed her lips, tasted the sweet salt of my favorite drink.
    My new favorite drink.
    Alex.
    My tongue glided across her lower lip and then slipped inside her mouth. After the slightest hint of hesitation, her lips parted and invited me in. Sparks blazed in my groin and others blazed in my brain.
    After what could’ve been seconds or hours, she pulled back and met my gaze. Her chest rose and fell in quick succession. She swallowed hard and licked her lips where mine had just been. Her eyes burned with a hot current.  
    My body burned in her reflection.
    “I need you, Alex. I don’t know what it is about you. But it’s got me twisted up like you wouldn’t believe.”
    She smiled coyly, a sweet mix of innocence and exposed heat.
    “Are you saying you like me?”
    “I don’t like you. I need you. I can live without perfume. I can’t live without air. “
    “Are you saying you don’t like my perfume?” she asked with a teasing voice.
    She didn’t have to try to tease me. Her nearness was a tease. The thin patches of fabric that separated us were a tease.
    I buried my face in her hair and breathed in. The sweet smell was more intoxicating than everything the bartender had to offer, combined.
    I never believed in the idea of being controlled by pheromones, those invisible signals that were supposed to rule our unconscious decisions. I never believed it before, that is. But maybe that was because I’d never met my chemical match. The girl whose unique combination of attributes fit like the final piece of my puzzle.
    “You smell wonderful,” I said. “I