Pitcher Perfect (Big Shots, #4)

by Tessa Bailey

“Give me ten minutes in the dark with your panties off and you’ll know. I’ll get you over him underneath me.” Several brain cells fried themselves like eggs on a skillet. “It’s, um . . .” She twisted her hands in the sides of his shirt, struggling to form coherent thoughts when he was raking his open mouth up and back in the slope of her neck. Feels so good. “It’s Wednesday. Main Event parenthesis Maybe isn’t until tomorrow.” “Believe me, I know.” “Today is BJ Workshop day.” He hooked an arm under her knee and drew it up to his hip, higher, higher, only allowing her center to graze his erection, light encounters until she gasped, trying to get closer. To rub on him. “Oh, believe me, I know that, too.” He made an almost humorously desperate sound into her neck. “God in heaven, please just get me alone with this girl.” The lines were quickly blurring here. What had started off as lessons to help her be more confident with men was turning into . . . something else. A guideline for giving pleasure to each other. But where would all this leave her when Robbie inevitably came to his senses? “Can we just keep them . . . lessons for now? Can they stay what they always were?” His mouth paused on her neck and this time, she visibly injured something inside of him, which was not her intention. She simply didn’t know how else to protect herself. Keep this gorgeous sought-after hockey god interested indefinitely when she’d never been able to retain interest from men in the past? In wha...