The Third Baseman (The New York Lions #1)

by Lulu Moore

Her pupils flared, her chest rising and falling quicker with each breath. My fingers pushed through her wet hair until her head was against the wall, neck craned to look at me. “Tell me.” “I realized that I had never gotten over you.” And there they were. The words I’d been waiting to hear my entire adult life from the girl who’d owned my heart for the duration. My thumb ran roughly along her plump bottom lip. I was captivated by the way her soft, wet skin reddened under my touch as I pulled it down. But the second she moaned, I snapped. “Starlight, star bright,” I breathed into her mouth before capturing her lips with my own. I sucked, tasting her like I’d wanted to earlier, like I’d been at sea for years and had finally reached dry land. Like she was the lifeline I never knew I needed. No, that’s bullshit. I’d always known she was my lifeline. Surrounding her mouth with mine, I kissed her hard, desperately. There was no savoring, because I had no intention of giving this up ever again. I didn’t need to make it last. It belonged to me, had always belonged to me, and I was finally taking it back. My tongue tangled with hers, hot and wet, and everything I missed. She reached up on her tip toes, her fingers combing through my hair, and the blanket fell to the floor. At the feel of her nipples grazing against me, my dick thickened instantly, and I pulled back. She was breathless; her cheeks were turning that unique shade of pink I loved as she looked up at me through thick la...