Pitcher Perfect (Big Shots, #4)

by Tessa Bailey

“Did I mention I’ve had a few drinks?” he asked, finally getting himself unstuck. Lunging for her. Pressing down on top of her with a shuddering sigh from them both. “Should we wait until you’re sober?” Skylar murmured against his mouth. “I don’t want to take advantage of you.” He dove for her neck, razing his teeth in a circle below her ear, before kissing a path along the soft path to her collarbone, back up, gratified by the vibration that started to hum inside of her. Gratified that he was close enough to this wonder of a girl to feel her excitement grow. For him. “Drunk or sober, you have lifelong permission to take advantage of me, Rocket.” “Soon, Redbeard. Soon.” “Soon?” “We’ve followed the schedule to the letter up until now, haven’t we?” His mouth rode over hers, indulging his tongue with a sweep of her mouth, his hips shifting between her thighs. Humping her through their clothes, already obsessed with the firm heat of her pussy. That’s mine. I know it’s mine. “We should wait until midnight so it’s officially Thursday. You know, just to keep the schedule intact.” He stopped kissing her long enough to witness the mischief in her eye. “Are you teasing me, Page? I didn’t teach you that.” “Guess it just comes naturally.” “Yeah? I’d tell you to knock it off, but I love every fucking thing about you.”