Pitcher Perfect (Big Shots, #4)

by Tessa Bailey

“You didn’t answer me before. Did you miss me?” Robbie asked. “Yes.” “Good. Now ask me the same question.” “I forgot the question.” “Ask me if I missed you.” “Did you?” “I got a speeding ticket on my way back to you.” His fingers threaded into her hair, gently tilting her head and slanting his lips down in the opposite direction, groaning into a slow, thorough kiss that turned her legs to mush. “I hassled someone into punching me to distract me from missing you and it didn’t even work.” Goose bumps. Everywhere. What is happening to me? “That’s a shame.” “Look at me. Look.” He framed her face in his hands and pressed their foreheads together. “After practice, I raided the BU campus bookshop for merch. After that, I went to my apartment and Mailer was having a party. But I left, Skylar. I saw a couple of random butts and I left right away. I didn’t even appreciate those butts. I just wanted to get back here to your butt. You believe me, right?” Not waiting for a response, he rolled their foreheads together. Kissed her hard once, twice. “I slept in my car at the end of your driveway. I didn’t want to come in and wake you up. Actually, that’s a lie. I did want to come in and wake you up, but I was feeling some kind of way, missing you like that, and I would have ended up on top of you. I’m fucking dying to be on top of you, Skylar. You dying for that?” The fog parted momentarily. Madden. Oh my God. Was he still standing there, hearing all this? Skylar’s head swiveled right. Th...