Pitcher Perfect (Big Shots, #4)

by Tessa Bailey

“I want to get on my knees for you,” she gasped. “No.” “You . . . no? But . . .” “You were drowning less than an hour ago, Skylar.” “I didn’t, though.” She scrubbed a hand down between their bodies and massaged his erection through the soaked front of his trunks, forcing him to muffle a ragged noise in her neck. “You were there.” “I’ll be there every time if you let me,” he said, choppily. “The fact that I rescued you . . . is that why you want to kneel for me?” She tugged open the string of his shorts and slipped her hand inside, gripping. Jacking him once, twice, three times, savoring the way his shoulder muscles tightened, the veins growing more prominent in his neck. “Maybe the fact that I want to suck this was subconscious until now, but Robbie?” She sipped at his bottom lip. Nipped it. “If I didn’t want to get on my knees for you, I would never have put it on the schedule.” Relief, tenderness, and heat, combined with a heavy swallow, made him so endearing in that moment. Vulnerable. It was an admission that he’d needed to hear—that she’d been attracted to him all along. She kissed his cheek and lingered there, her grip staying busy on his erection until an uneven groan broke free from his mouth, his length stiffening further and further in her hold. The kiss Robbie gave her was wet, provocative, sexual. “Does that mean you’ve wanted to fuck me, too?” Yup. “Don’t push it,” Skylar teased on her way down, her mouth open as it skated down his bare torso, her knees findin...