Catching Lily(3)

She had to believe none of the other players would, either. Some sort of man code. They were probably high-fiving each other in front of the television.

"We've been gone almost ten minutes. I haven't even shown you a third of the house. When we get back downstairs, be sure to mention the greenhouse out back, and everyone will be convinced we did an extended tour."

"You have a greenhouse in your backyard?"

He shrugged. "Brenda likes it. It's her baby. I just eat whatever she grows and enjoy whatever flowers she puts in my line of sight."

Lily couldn't keep from smiling. "You're obscene."

"Come here," he repeated in a lower tone.

Her nipples tightened at the way he looked at her and the timbre of his voice. Her sex had been wet since she'd first set eyes on him, so nothing changed there. Her panties were soaked. If he touched them, his chest would puff out two sizes larger.

Damn, how she wanted him to touch them.

This was so unlike her. She didn't even recognize the woman drawn toward this enormous ball player as if he'd tossed a rope around her to lure her forward. Where was the practical Lily? The woman who'd been used as a doormat for the last two years.

She finally reached him, stopped inches from his body, and tipped her head back to meet his gaze.

He closed his eyes and inhaled slowly. "You smell amazing."

"Thank you?"

Suddenly, he released the doorframe, grabbed her around the waist, and lifted her off the ground.

She squealed like a girl half her age as he spun toward the vanity and set her on the counter.

His hands were threaded in her hair in less than a heartbeat, and his mouth …  Oh. God. His mouth.

He didn't just kiss her. He devoured her. He held her head steady exactly where he wanted it and licked the seam of her lips until she opened for him.

The moan that escaped her was irrational. The renewed flood of wetness between her legs made her squeeze her thighs together. Her breasts felt heavy. They ached inside her bra, abrading against the lace.

Dominic eased one hand behind her head to cup the base of her skull and keep her exactly where he wanted her. The other trailed down to cover her breast.

She moaned into his mouth again, her spine arching toward him. She grabbed his waist and clutched his T-shirt, tugging it so she could get her hands underneath and feel his skin.

Every ounce of common sense she may have used for thirty-four years fled her body.

She was reduced to nothing but a ball of arousal that bordered on ridiculous. There was no way she was going to stop it.

They were both consenting adults. At least she hoped he was …

Didn't he have to be at least eighteen to play major league ball? Yes. Of course. Right?

She shook the age difference from her mind and focused on his fingers squeezing her breast. The white blouse she wore bunched up under his palm. It would be wrinkled.

She would not be able to leave this room without everyone in the house knowing what she'd done with Dominic in their absence. Maybe he could get away with it, but her hair alone would tell the tale. And her makeup …

Dominic lowered his hand to jerk her blouse out of her pencil skirt. He flattened his palm on her belly and then eased it up to cup her breast again through the bra.

Every move he made was calculated, confident, controlled. He didn't seem nearly as young as he had to be.

Finally, he broke the kiss and leaned back. His gaze was heated. Intense. It roamed down to her chest. "I need to see you. All of you."

She nodded, unable to form words. She wanted anything he would offer. Her fingers trembled as she lifted them to the buttons on her blouse to free her chest.



       
         
       
        

Dominic reached forward to help her, frustration obvious in his furrowed brow. But she swatted him away. "You'll pop a button. Then I truly won't be able to return downstairs."

He closed his eyes, nodding while he took a deep breath.

She managed to release every button and eased the blouse over her shoulders, setting it gently on the counter beside her. A flush covered her chest. One glance confirmed the red splotches she always got when she was nervous or aroused.

"Damn, you're gorgeous." Dominic released his grip on the counter to reverently cup her breasts with both hands. His thumbs grazed her nipples through the lace, making her drag in a sharp breath.

He ignored her, popping the front clasp of her bra and gently easing it down her arms to set it on top of her blouse. Then he held her biceps with both hands and stared at her chest.

It was unnerving. He lit a fire in her without moving. She'd also never felt more beautiful. Luke certainly hadn't ever made her feel one-tenth of what she'd felt under Dominic's gaze from the moment she'd arrived at his house.