Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
“Sig. Please.”
“You’re not getting under anyone but me,” he growled, lips moving against her ear, down her neck messily and back up. “I’d never waste my time with someone else. Neither will you. And, Chloe, listen to me good.” He reached down and yanked both her knees up to his hips, sliding her up the door slowly, slowly, slowly like a prolonged thrust, all while watching her beneath his hooded eyelids, sweat forming on his upper lip. “My dick is well worth the wait. You feel that, don’t you? You know I’m not lying.”
Oh God, oh God, oh God. “You’re not lying.”
He crushed their chests together, hips moving in a slow rotation while he looked her right in the eye. “I wanted to wait until I was positive that I could make you my wife—and that is still the plan. That will always be the plan. If a single possibility exists that puts my ring on your finger, I’ll find it. But I can see I’m losing you. I can see you need me inside you and that’s what you’re going to get. My dream girl gets her way with me every time.”
Wife.
Had he said the word . . . “wife”?
Why was every corner of her heart lighting up like the Fourth of July?
Was that the outcome she’d wanted all along? Was it inevitable?
No. It wasn’t inevitable.
That’s what he was trying to tell her, wasn’t it? If a single possibility exists . . .
“Delete those contacts the second I’m gone.” He kissed her hard. Once, twice, three times. Lingering, while slowly letting her legs drop, her feet finding the floor. “And don’t give your number to any more baseball players unless you’d like to see me in prison. Do we have a deal, Chloe?”
Perhaps threatening murder wasn’t romantic, but her heart didn’t seem to understand that, evidenced by its position lodged in her jugular. “I shouldn’t make that deal.”
“Make it, baby. I’ll come back later and reward you with ride after ride on this dick.”
“Deal,” she whimpered. “I’m yours. You know I am.”
A gruff, emotional sound left him. “I’m going while I still can,” he slurred, rubbing his mouth on her cheek, against her temple.
And then, after a hard kiss of her forehead and a whispered thank you, he was gone.
Chapter Fifteen
The Bearcats had a pavilion-style viewing room that resembled a small movie theater, which is where they were conducting tonight’s meeting. Players filed in wearing various forms of business casual, as the late-afternoon email had instructed. Some of them had apparently interpreted that dress code as a mere suggestion, others had made an effort to at least wear their nicest sweatpants. Their coaches sat at the front of the room, nodding at players as they passed—and Christ, they looked grim.
Sig was torn between wanting to know the reason for the meeting, as it pertained to his future as a Bearcat, and a desperate need to get back to Chloe.
I’m going to fuck her tonight.
I’m going to fuck Chloe.
Finally. Finally.
The lock on his cage door had been picked and he was out. And he had no idea if he’d be able to get back in that cage, now that he was free. That’s what scared him. That was why he’d refrained from taking her to bed for six long, painful, frustrating months. Because once he let himself taste heaven, purgatory was going to be infinitely harder. And frankly, he couldn’t get much harder than he was right now. Just the knowledge that he was going to be inside of that woman in a matter of hours had him throbbing in his briefs.
Kissing her that afternoon had been . . .
Lord.
He couldn’t adequately describe the feeling of connecting with her like that. The first time he’d kissed her at the country club, he’d been in a state of suspended euphoria. Almost like he was having the best dream of his life. But nothing—nothing—compared to kissing Chloe after six months of learning her. Studying her, confiding in her, comforting her. Getting all those things in return. Falling in deep, rich, unbending love with her.
But they were on a countdown clock . . . and the stakes were going to be even higher after tonight. What the hell am I going to do?
“You seem preoccupied,” Burgess said, beside him in a pair of pressed khakis and a black button-down. “Look alive. This is important.”
Sig dragged his index finger around the inside of his dress shirt collar. “Coach McCarren looks like he’s about to give a eulogy,” Sig returned dryly. “Let’s hope it isn’t mine.”
“They’d be out of their minds to trade you.”
“Don’t be so sure. They got me cheap, but I could be too expensive now.”
“Could you see yourself leaving Boston?”
“If it meant being paid what I’m worth?” Sig sighed through the vulnerable feeling that came with the possibility of being on a new team, in a different city. Starting from scratch. “If it meant more security for Chloe, yeah. I’d take her and go . . .”