Free Rundown (Curveball Book 2) by Teresa Michaels

Looking
forward to it,” I say and then take a long sip of my coffee. 
    I
really don’t want him to go.
    “ I’ll
be back before you have time to miss me,” he tells me, addressing
my unspoken thought.  
    “ Impossible,”
I mutter. 
    Unable
to keep a lid on my anxieties, I ask a question that’s been
hounding me relentlessly.  “What if the Red Sox don’t come
back with an offer and the Giants are your only option?”
    “ Let’s
cross that bridge when we get to it,” he replies as if he’d
anticipated what I’d ask.  “I’m more or less having this
meeting to keep my options open and to put pressure on the Red Sox. 
Brett’s been talking with the management.  Even if they only
extend me for a year or two, I’ll take it.  No matter what, my
priorities are here.”
    Priorities
plural.   He really does think of us as a package deal. 
The thought has me close to tears.  Get yourself together. 
He’s got enough to worry about without you making him feel worse.  
I clear my throat and nod, staring into my mug, because if I look at
him he’ll read my fears as if they’re being displayed across a
billboard.  Or worse, he’ll think that I have doubts about our
relationship, which I obviously don’t.
    “ Hey,”
he tips my chin up so that I’m forced to meet his gaze. “Stop
worrying.  You and I being together is non-negotiable. 
We’ll make it work.  Trust me.”
    “ I
do.”
    “ Good. 
But if you need something to take your mind off things, I’d be more
than happy to distract you.”
    “ Not
everything can be resolved with those lips,” I chide, softly
kissing his very delectable lips.  Who am I kidding?  
He’s making everything better right now and we both know it.
    “ I
disagree, but I’d be happy to rely on other methods if you’d
prefer.”  He pushes against me so that his rock hard length is
pressed into my side.  
    My
internal temperature rises about twenty degrees just thinking about
all the ways he could sidetrack me.  “We should probably join
everyone in the dining room before one of us forgets that we aren’t
alone.”
    He
playfully bites my earlobe, igniting a small fire that blazes a trail
straight to my core.  The heat of his breath against my neck
further intensifies my desire, making it nearly impossible to
function .  Damn him.  
    “ Eat
quickly,” he commands.  “I’m starving, and not for
breakfast.” 
    My
appetite has vanished and I could use a cold shower.  If I
make it to the table without combusting, it’ll be a miracle. 

    After
getting Colin and Aubrey on the bus, Drew and I chased Maddie at the
park for just shy of two hours.  By the time we dropped her off
at the house with Sarah, I was exhausted, and that was hours ago. 
Now, I’m practically comatose. 
    Sweet
drenched and breathless, I lay sandwiched between Drew’s body and
the granite countertop in his kitchen, my legs dangling over the
side.  All I wanted was a drink.  One glass of water. 
But before I could open the cupboard, Drew had me hoisted up and flat
on my back.  At that point I couldn’t remember what the hell
I’d been doing, and quite frankly I didn’t care.  What I do
know is that Drew is a man of his word.  Not only is he very considerate, he’s proven it to me several times.  Once the
high wore off from my fourth climax, I started wondering if
death-by-orgasm was actually a thing because I swear I’m close. 
    Groaning,
Drew presses off of me and rests his weight on his elbows, hovering
inches above my face.  The loss of his body heat combined with
my bare backside being flush against the cool countertop sends
shivers down my spine.  Rubbing one of my arms, Drew watches me,
looking as in need of a nap as I feel.
    “ If
I don’t finish packing now I’ll miss my flight.”
    “ I
can think of worse things,” I reply.  “In fact, I’ll make
it very worth your while if you stay.”
    “ And
how would you do that?”
    “ I’ll
tell you