Free Hardball: A Sports Romance by Alexa Reiss Page A

his ear as he thrusted harder. All she could do was hold onto him as she dashed across a platform toward a bright light.
         Chance writhed against her, pounding into her furiously. Bright dots flashed in Arabella’s line of sight before the throbbing between her legs spread throughout her deliciously like hot water skimming through her veins.
        He slammed into her one last time with a low groan as his body tensed up in a rather violent spasm. His hips bucked into her with his release, spilling into her hotly. He collapsed down onto his elbows with a trembling breath as sweat dripped from his shoulders onto her chest.
        They laid there for a long time tangled together from the waist down as they caught their breath. The click of sprinklers turning on drew them both back from the pleasurable haze that had settled around them.
        “Wow,” Chance murmured, propping himself back up on elbows to look down at her with a smile. “That was fucking amazing. No?”
         Then genuine smile and sparkle to his eyes immediately washed away her nerves. So did the way Chance pressed a warm and moist kiss against her lips.
         “We’ve only had a few months worth of foreplay,” she said.
        Chance chuckled at that before rolling off to lay on his side. They stared up at the ceiling for a moment before curiosity finally got the better of Arabella. She rolled onto her side, propping her head up with a hand.
        “We’re still cool with what we talked about before right?”
        He turned to look at her with an arched eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t we be?”
       “I don’t know.”
        “Are you cool with me?”
       “Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?’
       “Then, I’m cool with you, and with everything we talked about,” Chance said, tucking an errant strand of her hair back from her face. “You really need to stop thinking so much when it comes to this. Overthinking destroys everything. Take it from personal experience.”
        “That’s what worries me sometimes about you,” Arabella quipped.
        “That I’m a over thinker?”
        Chance trailed his fingers over the swell of her breasts. His eyes were already dark with desire again as they followed his fingers.
        “I’m worried you are going to change your mind,” she said, shivering despite herself.
        To her surprise, Chance hooked a hand behind her knee, and dragged her effortlessly on top of his hips where a hardness waited there for her already. He looked up at her with a wide grin that showed off his white and straight teeth.
        “Not a chance in hell,” he said.

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Chapter Eleven
     

Arabella
     
    The sounds of dogs barking stirred Arabella from a pleasant dream that involved Chance. She clung stubbornly to the remnants of the dream, and cuddled back into something warm and smelt of soap. She could lay there forever and be perfectly content.
        Yesterday’s events flashed through her mind.
        Arabella’s eyes popped open. A strong arm was draped heavily across the middle of her torso while a long and muscular body was pressed up against her back. She was entirely enveloped by Chance’s limbs.
        Her heart thrummed nervously. She had somewhat expected him to be gone by the morning hours, but he still slept on completely oblivious to the dog barking next door. Not that she was complaining. It felt good to lay next to a warm and strong body for the first time in a long time.
        Taking a deep breath, Arabella slowly rolled onto her back to take in Chance’s sleeping face. One side of his face was burrowed deeply in the pillow next to hers, and his lips were parted slightly as warm breaths touched her bare shoulder. He looked utterly relaxed and at peace, a rarity to see since he kept a partially composed face at all times.
        Images from last night replayed over in her mind. How many times did they make love last night? If it weren’t for the soreness between