“Logan,” she murmured. “Let me pleasure you.”
And then she easily broke his hold, dropping to the ground between his legs. Her lithe hands went to work on his belt buckle, and before he could think of a reason to stop her, she yanked down his zipper, burrowing into his clothes to hit bare flesh.
He sucked in a breath as she peered up at him and simultaneously cupped him in her hot hands, running his tip along the line of her lips. He jerked involuntarily as sensation rocketed up his length.
The raw mood she’d uncovered twined with the physical reaction, making everything feel ten times more powerful.
“You’re so beautiful,” she crooned. “I’m going to take care of you. Let me show you how good this tongue piercing can make you feel.”
So much blood rushed south he didn’t understand how his heart could still be beating, but his pulse thundered in his ears, so things must still be in working order.
And then the entire world slid sideways as she dragged her tongue up his length. The bite of the steel coupled with her hot, rough lick nearly separated his bones from his skin. Then she sucked him fully into her mouth and he was lost to the dual sensations of cold and heat.
The emotional vortex inside him heightened everything.
Higher and higher she spun him. It was so good that his hips bucked automatically, shoving him deeper into her mouth, but she took him, all of him, and it felt unbelievable. So amazing that he couldn’t hold back, couldn’t stop the flood of Trinity through his blood, and his thighs tensed with the effort it took to simply keep breathing.
The release pounded through his entire body, ripping a cry from his throat that was one hundred percent primal, and it was easily the hardest he’d ever come in his life. She finished him off expertly and he fell back on the couch, nerveless and so spent he couldn’t feel his toes.
But the sated serenity that stole over him was so very right.
The sight of her on her knees before him, with her lips wrapped around him, had burned into his mind indelibly. She tucked him away and disappeared for a moment, then came back to settle into his side on the couch, lifting his arm so she could snuggle against his chest with his arm around her.
It was so nice, his eyes closed automatically as he soaked in the feel of her warm body bleeding through his. “You know I won’t ever think about pitching again without thinking of your tongue piercing, right?”
She laughed, her fingers toying with one of the buttons hanging from his shirt. “I wanted to give you a unique experience. Since you did that for me. Last night.”
The information she’d just shared filtered through his poor, beleaguered brain. “You mean I was successful?”
Of course, their conversation had been extremely limited last night because their mouths had been on each other, not talking.
Her smile was a little misty. “Let’s just say I have a lot of selfish men in my past and I’m not sorry they’re in my rearview mirror. Plus, I’m looking forward to how you’re going to repay me for that.”
“Yeah?” he growled. “Lucky for you I’ve got hours and hours to come up with something spectacular.”
Unfortunately, it would have to wait, because what he had in mind would not work in their current environment, given that people might start arriving at any time. And that he’d stupidly left all the condoms back at the hotel. But honestly, he’d never have considered a baseball stadium ripe ground for a sexual encounter.
He would not make that mistake twice.
Once he had all his clothes in order, Trinity stood with him at the glass and listened intently as he explained the mechanics of the game—at her request. She asked intelligent questions and genuinely sought to understand the rules, of which there were a lot.
“No wonder you’re such a fan of rules.” She rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “My eyes glazed over ten minutes ago.”
No, they hadn’t. She’d absorbed every word, even when he’d gotten entirely too impassioned in his defense of the concept of a designated hitter, which he should hate as a pitcher. Former pitcher.
But all at once, he didn’t feel like he had to make the distinction. He was still a pitcher even though he didn’t do it professionally any longer. He didn’t have to pretend it wasn’t a part of him. Trinity hadn’t labeled him as a former pitcher or asked if he used to pitch. She’d just understood that baseball wasn’t a job, it was his essence.
And then gave him the most amazing sexual experience he could imagine.
How in the hell was he supposed to go back to a one-color, lackluster, boring woman after that?
Short answer—he had to. Trinity was temporary. He couldn’t be constantly distracted from his life by a sex-on-a-stick marketing executive. Especially not one who’d just demonstrated a remarkable ability to entice him down a rabbit hole of fantasy, which was apparently an Achilles’ heel he’d just discovered. They should start talking about exit strategies, stage a public fight. Surely their fake affair had done all the good it was going to do.