Page 64 of Love in Overdrive

Laney blinked. Just a little peck on the lips, but the contact point tingled with awareness. His attention was already back on the screen. She internally shrugged. Okay, he’s into the game.

She focused on the play. Another strike. No kiss. The breath she held released. Disappointment trickled down her ribs.

Third strike. Before Laney could process the sadness in her chest, Cade cradled her cheek with his large hand. He kissed her again. This time longer, slower. Long enough for her to kiss him back.

“Wow. If you’re this excited over a preseason game, I can’t wait to watch a playoff game with you.”

“It’s a date.” He grinned, the kind that promised delicious things.

So much for keeping it casual. What happened to all her internal talk of not making long-term plans? After a quick, silent scolding, she picked up the bag of chips and shoved a handful into her mouth. He couldn’t kiss her if she was eating.

That lasted until the end of the third inning. The chips lay on the table, and the Twins had a double play. And so did Cade. It started with a kiss. This time from her—yeah, yeah. She had no willpower. But it only took a touch of her lips to his for him to pick up the play.

Holy moly, the man could kiss. And his hands. Yup, he was good with those, too.

He trailed a line down her collarbone with his finger, past the curve of her breast, just skimming the sensitive area on the outer edge. His movement paused on each rib, as if counting them. No, more like worshipping them. She’d never had any man pay such attention to her body. Not just her breasts, but the dip of her ribcage and the hollow below her sternum.

While his hand roamed down, down, down to the hem of her shirt, his mouth found erogenous zones she thought were barren. A kiss behind her ear, a nip to her jaw. And… “Oh!”

“Good ‘oh’?” he asked, his lips still pressed to her skin.

“Very good.” A shudder started in the little hollow under her jaw and zipped to her core, touching every nerve in between.

He worked the edge of her shirt up and over her stomach. The soft brush of his callused fingers shot urgency through her core. The man hadn’t even touched her girlie parts yet, and she was melting into a puddle.

She grabbed her shirt and whipped it off over her head.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

She fought the urge to suck in her belly. The lust in Cade’s eyes told her he didn’t mind her few extra pounds. She tugged at the hem of his shirt. “Off. It’s only fair.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He reached over his head, fisted the material, and yanked the shirt off in one smooth motion.

“Sweet baby Jesus.” She couldn’t breathe. Not with such a beautiful landscape of skin this close. Her fingers itched to explore every dip and valley between all those glorious muscles. Tentatively, she reached out. Her fingertips brushed the light covering of hair, before making her way to the hard, muscular chest below.

“My thoughts exactly.” His hands roamed her stomach, dipping a finger into her belly button, a second before he dropped his hand and followed the same path with his tongue.

Laney closed her eyes and clung to him.

“Top of the fourth.” Her mind faintly registered the words from the announcer as her bra landed on the floor next to her shirt. Cade took his time, and she loved every agonizing minute. She squirmed with a mixture of impatience and delight.

Finally, he unbuttoned her jeans and skimmed them down her legs.

“Lacy,” he murmured as he feathered the edge of the scallop.

Thankfully, she put those on in a weak moment. It shouldn’t matter that he liked them, but it did. A tiny smile lifted her lips.

He placed a kiss just above the edge of the lace. “I hate to take them off. But… what’s underneath is so much better.”

With a dexterity she didn’t want to question, he slipped her panties off. She was bare to him. The heat in his gaze kept the cool room air from chilling her. But she wanted more. She worked at his belt and the button that kept his straining length from her.

“Easy, girl. Ladies first.” Tiptoeing around her hot button, he worked her up to a frenzy without even touching her most secret parts. Between the buildup and the loving attention he gave her body, one touch to that button had her shooting off the couch like a rocket.

“I love how your body reacts. Expressive. Unincumbered.” By the top of the fifth, Cade was sliding into third with gusto. “There?”

“Ye—s.” The broken word fell from her lips. The man had skills. She’d passed her first orgasm and was rounding in on her second. “There… yes… that.”

His snicker floated to her ears. “Yes, ma’am.”