Page 32 of Stalked By the Third Baseman

“Adam,” I whispered. “Is this real?”

“Real as fuck, baby.” He swallowed.

Taking my hand in his, he raised them up between us, and he kissed the top of it without taking his eyes off mine. He pulled me in close to him, his other hand holding the back of my neck and tangling beneath my hair before he tipped my head upward.

“Are you going to kiss me?” I blurted the question, stupid and nerdy. But it was clear to me Adam wasn’t put off by it. Not when his chocolatey brown gaze went all melty and soft.

“Yeah, ladybug.” He smiled brightly. “I’m going to kiss you.” His words were the sweetest promise just before his head dropped and he pulled me just a smidge closer. “Going to spend a lifetime kissing you.”

I lost sight of him when his lips touched mine and I closed my eyes. I froze for a moment. His mouth on mine was firm and demanding yet sweet. Tender.

“Breathe,” he rumbled. Somehow, it was exactly what I needed to hear. I relaxed and melted into him.

My hands fisted his shirt and he groaned. His tongue slid against my bottom lips, and they parted. Adam’s tongue delved in, sliding and gliding against mine. I pressed myself closer against him. I felt like a cat in heat, needing to rub myself on him.

“Adam. More,” I whispered.

“Baby, you’re going to get everything,” he vowed, pulling away.

His hand in mine, he led us towards the bleachers. But instead of going up the steps, he opened a door that led under the bleachers. I walked in with him and heard him shut the door behind him. The space was covered and kept us out of view of anyone who might walk by.

“I’ve been to every single one of your games, but I didn’t know this was a thing,” I marveled.

“Even the last year?” he asked, leaning against the covered chain link fence.

“Yes,” I admitted. “I streamed them,” I confessed. To my surprise, he blushed at this information and pushed off the fence.

“My sweet girl,” he praised, making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. “Want to know something?” I nodded. “Every time I saw you out on the stands, I thought about this.”

“This?” I licked my lips.

“Sneaking you under here while everyone is out there and pulling you into my arms.” The moment I was within his reach, he pulled me into him and tilted my head back with the tip of his finger on my chin.

“Kissing you.” He pressed his lips against mine. Sweet and completely unrushed.

Everything faded away around us, and the only thing that existed was him and me and that moment. Until I trembled, feeling of Adam’s free hand slowly lifting the skirt of my dress.

“Adam,” I moaned when his fingers touched my bare thighs.

“So soft,” he praised as the pads of his fingers stroked my skin.

“Honey.” He peppered kisses from my lips down to my neck.

“You’re trembling, ladybug.”

“That feels so good, Adam.”

“Shit!” he hissed, scrapping his teeth against my neck. “Are you wet for me?”

“You should check.”

“So fucking sassy,” he gritted through his teeth. “Fucking love that. Love you, baby.” He walked us backwards towards a brick wall, caging me in. Being surrounded by Adam was my favorite place to be in the world. His fingers stalled just before they reached the place I needed him most.

“Can I?” he asked, his eyes dark, almost black, as the pads of his fingers skimmed the waistband of the floral-printed panties I had picked out thinking about Adam one day looking at them.

“Adam, I’m yours,” I whispered against his lips. I watched his eyes shut tight, almost like he was trying to gain some kind of control. The sight of it was empowering. Me? I am the one who is breaking down his walls like that?

“You gotta be careful what you offer me, sweetheart,” he panted before opening his eyes. “We need some ground rules.”