Pitcher Perfect (Big Shots, #4)

by Tessa Bailey

“I think you’re cut out for a lot of things, Skylar.” “I’m afraid to ask what you mean.” “Afraid of the answer?” His hand on her knee slid ever so slowly to midthigh, massaging, and she couldn’t believe . . . couldn’t believe the moisture gathering in the seam of her flesh. In a Cheesecake Factory. With Robbie. Not Madden. “Yes,” she whispered. His voice was like sandpaper against her ear now. “Afraid you might want to skip forward to make out day?” Oh. God. It has been so long, cried her libido, sounding like a granny. “Me?” she asked, breathily. “No, I’m not worried I’ll want to skip forward.” “Are you sure?” He tilted his head, examining her mouth like a lion sizing up a mouse. “If I know your strengths and weaknesses, I can coach to those qualities.” “Wow.” She tried to give him a look of stern disappointment but couldn’t quite keep the amusement out of her tone. Was she having fun with this guy and getting turned on at the same time? She’d never experienced that combination before. Hadn’t really believed it possible. Keep it going. You’re learning from him. “You have no shame,” she said lightly, tracing the hand on her thigh with the pad of her index finger, watching his eyes darken dramatically. “Using my own methodology to trick me into making out with you.” “I’m not smart enough to trick you,” he said, those blunt fingers lingering on the inside of her knee, moving in a gentle circle that continued to stir something far from gentle inside of her. “I wouldn’t even t...