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The effect this man has on me is so goddamn unfair. My future looks full of less hot tub and more ice bath.
“I’m already jealous of the possibility of you fucking someone else,” he says, a plain admission that scorches me. Declan’s jealousy sets me on fire. Every square inch of me burns for him. “You are?” “I am.” His voice is smoke in the desert night. “And what you said this morning?” he prompts, like I didn’t remember it perfectly. “Yeah?” I ask, letting him lead this conversation wherever he’s taking it. “Grant,” he says, his tone shifting, full of vulnerability and heat. “It’s driving me absolutely crazy.”
“You and me fucking would be the worst idea ever. And yet I can’t get it out of my head.”
He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever met, and it’s not just his body, his face, or his eyes. It’s . . . him. Who he is. How he is.
“Fuck it.” I inch closer, lick my lips. “Kiss me, rookie.” He smiles. “Hell, yes.”
“And what does messing around with a guy feel like?” That’s easy—so damn easy. “Like playing baseball. Like hitting a home run. It’s not at all like looking at a sunset.”
“You are so damn irresistible.” “Don’t resist me.”
Grant is vivid, high-definition color, and I can’t look away from him.
Most of all, his eyes. They are my downfall. Dark brown and brimming with passion and possibility. Once I lock eyes with him, I will go up in flames.
I kiss Grant Blackwood with everything I have, and it still doesn’t feel like it’ll ever be enough.
He’s one in a million, all right.
“I can’t say no to you.” “Do you want to say no to me?” He shakes his head, his dark eyes glimmering with lust. He looks lost in the moment. Lost in me. “I want to say yes. To everything, Grant.”
his hands curling tighter around my hips, like he owns me. And as I drop down, he does. Oh hell, does he ever own me. Heart, mind, body.
Not just any man though. The man I’m pretty sure I’ve inconveniently, stupidly fallen in love with.
“You’re out of this world,” I say, running a finger down his chest. “You’re a moonshot. You’re a grand slam over the fences. That’s you, rookie. You’re my walk-off home run.”
Grant Blackwood is my undoing because he gets me. He understands me. He gives more of himself to me than anyone ever has. I want him beyond these walls, beyond this room, beyond tonight.
“I am so crazy for you, Grant. I don’t know what happened in the last few days, but that’s how I feel. Out-of-my-mind crazy. I know this has to end, but I don’t want it to end. I want you to be mine,”
“I’m falling so fucking hard for you,” he says, and that’s it. I’m just done. I’m too far gone. I grab him, kiss him, and give him everything I can. For now. Because that’s all we have.
“That’s hard. Love is hard when it comes at the wrong time.”
“I waited years for a guy like you. I can wait all season for you,” he says, his voice stitched with a vulnerability that cracks my heart wide open. “I’ll wait for you, rookie.”
“You’re my weakness, rookie.” A tingle rushes down my chest as I say those words, then along my whole body when he whispers back, “You’re mine.”
“Think about it. I don’t want to put any pressure on you. But the truth is, I’m going to miss you so fucking much. And a little bit of Grant is better than none.” “Deck, you know I’ve never been able to say no to you. You know I’ve never been able to resist you,” he says, laying out his truth. “I’m glad, because you’re irresistible,”
