“Thanks for coming.”
I smile. “I guess I am your lucky charm.”
He chuckles (so freaking cute), and his hair falls to his temples. He steps closer to me, cutting the distance between us in half. He’s two feet away now. “You came just in time,” he says. “We almost lost.”
I let out a nervous giggle. “Yeah, I wanted to test out your whole ‘lucky charm’ theory by waiting to show up until you needed me most.”
Parker widens his eyes in shock. “Wait, you mean you came late on purpose?” I laugh at his worried expression.
“It was the only way to know for sure,” I say.
He shakes his head at me, his mouth twisting into a smile. Parker looks at me for a moment, and it feels different than any look he’s given me before. Something glitters behind his eyes. Then he says, “Actually, I’m glad you came late.”
I furrow my brow. “Why?”
“It made me realize that you’re more than just a lucky charm to me.”
I try to steady my voice as my heart beats faster. “Oh yeah?”
“You’re also my stress relief.” Parker flashes me a knowing smirk. I scoff at his joke and slap him playfully. He grabs me by the wrist, staring into my eyes.
My breath catches, and I can’t hear anything but his breathing and my heartbeat in my ears. Parker kisses the inside of my wrist ever-so-tenderly while looking right at me. Heat floods every part of my body. I hold my breath, silently pleading for him to touch me more.
Parker kisses up my arm, and I have to bite my tongue to keep from squealing. He leaves a trail of sweet, soft, slow kisses up to my shoulder and onto my neck. My body breaks out in an involuntary shiver, sending goose skin everywhere. There’s no way he doesn’t notice it. In fact, that’s probably why I can feel Parker smiling as he continues moving his mouth upward.
He murmurs against the soft skin right by my ear, his hot breath paralyzing me with anticipation, “I really like you, Sophie.”
My breath catches. Parker moves to my jawline. He brushes his lips at the corner of my mouth, and I barely whisper, “I like you, too, Parker. A lot.”
“A lot?”
“A lot more than I expected to,” I admit. “Especially considering this was supposed to be a one-time thing.”
He chuckles and pulls away to look me in the eyes. “Guess we just can’t stay away from each other, huh?”
I lick my lips, his piney scent filling my head with sensual thoughts.
“I guess not,” I breathe.
Parker cups my face and pulls me into a soft kiss. I reach up to touch his cheek, and the stubble on his chin feels ticklish against the delicate skin of my hand. I let out an involuntary moan of relief, and almost as if in response, all of Parker’s gentleness flies out the window.
He pulls me toward him, his large, hot hands groping my ass, and with my body pressed against his, I can feel his erection pushing into my stomach. He probes my lips with his tongue, and I let him into my mouth, savoring the feeling of his hot breath mixed with mine. He tastes better than I remember. Sweeter.
Our kiss intensifies with groping, searching hands, and a sizzling aura spreads around us. My head grows dizzy with the intensity of the moment. This is a different kind of kiss. This kiss doesn’t say, I need your sex, and I need it now. It says, I want all of you, and I can’t wait any longer. And by the way Parker holds me to him as if he never wants to let me go, I know he means it.
Parker slows his eager lips, moving his hand down toward my breast, but before he touches me there, he pulls away, leaving me breathless.
“Do you want to see where this goes?” he says, his voice deep and hoarse.
I nod enthusiastically. “Yes, let’s go here first.” I place his hand on my breast and lean in for a kiss. Parker chuckles.
“I meant in terms of a relationship, but that’s great too.” The “R” word coming from him catches me off guard. I’m suddenly envisioning us cuddling on my couch watching a movie on the weekends, cooking together after he gets home from his games, going for runs together in the park at sunset. The idea of a relationship with Parker suddenly seems not only doable, but so incredibly right. We can both follow our own paths, but we can do it together. Why couldn’t I see that before?
I smile up at him, grinning from ear to ear. “I’d like that.”
He traces my nipple with his fingers and says, “You’d like this?”
I let out a giggle. “Yes, but I meant—”
Parker kisses me. “I know. Come here.”
Chapter Seven
Parker
I pick Sophie up, and she wraps her legs around me, just like when we kissed in the courtyard the other day. But unlike last time, we’re going to finish what we started.
Even through the fabric of her underwear, I can feel how wet she is.
“You’re so wet for me,” I breathe between kisses, teasing her by massaging her moist center with my fingers. She moans and shrugs off her jacket. It drops to the floor.
“I’m always wet for you, Parker.” She reaches down to pull off my shirt, her slender fingers eagerly working to find the edge of the tight material. I chuckle.
“I have a better idea.”
I set her down in the swivel chair by the control panel, kneeling in front of her. Sophie’s eyes are wild with want. She scoots to the edge and lets her panties drop to the floor. Grabbing my shoulders, Sophie licks her lips and says, “Taste me, Parker.” Her words have my loose-fitted sweatpants tightening around my waist in an instant. I’ve missed her more than I ever thought I would during the last few weeks we spent apart. I’m so fucking excited to be able to call her mine now.
“Okay, baby,” I say. I lean forward to kiss her center. She lets out a moan and immediately starts moving her hips. I lick up her slit, circling her clit with my tongue, and suck on her until she’s panting.
“Oh, Parker,” she breathes. I love hearing my name on her lips. I graze my teeth over her most sensitive spot, and she gasps, grabbing the counter to steady herself. I slip my finger inside her, and Sophie loses it, moaning my name over and over until I can feel her clench around me. She’s dripping wet and so goddamn sexy with her back arched, and her face flushed.
“You like that?” I ask. But I know she does. After the passionate nights we’ve spent together, I’ve learned a lot about Sophie’s preferences. I know exactly what she wants, and I’m so fucking pleased to be the one to give it to her.
I bend down and continue working my lips and my tongue on her clit. A moment later, Sophie gasps and pulls me up into a heated kiss. “I love the way I taste on your lips,” she breathes.
“Me too. You’re so sweet,” I say. Sophie bites my lip playfully. Then she pushes me away.
“Get on the floor, Parker,” she orders. I love it when she gets bossy. I take my shirt off and place it on the floor against the wall, making a little pillow for her. She smirks at me.
“What?” I ask.
“Not yet. I want you in my mouth, first,” Sophie says, and I wholeheartedly agree.
I pull my pants down, releasing an erection so hard it fucking hurts.
“Get down,” she says. I do.
Sophie steps over my legs, facing away from me. She’s fucking gorgeous. Her breasts are perky and erect for me beneath her thin dress, and she’s flushed with want. She lowers herself onto her hands and knees, with her pantiles ass in my face and her mouth right over my cock.
She flashes me a flirty grin before sucking me into her mouth. She’s hot and wet and so goddamn good at this. She uses her tongue unlike I’ve ever felt before. It’s like a goddamn vacuum in her mouth.
I slide my tongue over her soft slit and Sophie’s sweet taste intoxicates my nose and my mouth. Pleasure builds within me, and it drives me mad to feel how wet she is for me. I missed Sophie more than I realized. I can’t wait to spend more time with her as my girlfriend. God, the word sends a childlike excitement all through my veins. Sophie’s my girlfriend now,
and my girlfriend is a goddamn sex Goddess.
Sophie pumps me into her mouth with a tight fist until I come with her lips still wrapped around my cock. She moans, sucking down every last one of my creamy ribbons, writhing her hips like a wild woman.
Fuck, she’s so sexy. I suck her harder until her mouth’s grip loosens, and she can barely focus on me anymore. She’s panting and writhing, and I have to grip her hips to keep her in place. I savor the feeling of her tight slit clasping my tongue between her swollen folds as she comes for a second time.
Sophie lets her head drop with a satisfied moan.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” I say.
She turns around and kisses me, hard, laying her sweet body against mine. “I want more,” she says. “I touch myself to the thought of you, but it’s nothing compared to the real deal.” She moans as she kisses me, reaching my hand down to touch her wet center. I almost come again when she says, “I want you all over me, Parker Hayes.”
Chapter Eight
Sophie
A wicked grin breaks across Parker’s face as he touches me again. I can’t wait for him to do whatever it is he’s planning behind that mischievous expression.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he says. The dark look in his eyes sets me on fire. I crawl back into place. Parker drags his fingers up and down my back. He caresses my breasts and then comes back down to my core, slipping his fingers inside me again. I writhe like crazy against his movements. His touch sends me so far over the edge; it shocks me every time.
“More,” I breathe. It’s still not enough. Even with the promise of a relationship with him, even knowing we’ll be doing this every day for as long as we can, I need more Parker.
“Be patient, baby,” Parker whispers. But I can’t. I feel like a fucking animal. He slips a second finger inside me, and it feels so good. But I still need more. I beg him for more, totally unashamed, literally on my hands and knees, until he has four fucking fingers inside me. Just when I’m about to plead again, I hear the telltale sign of foil crinkling.
I almost come from the anticipation of him penetrating me from behind. He knows I love it this way.
Parker spreads my swollen, aching, wet folds for him with his fingers, and a second later, his thick cock is deep inside me. I let out a loud cry, feeling so filled, so satisfied by his thick length penetrating me.
He cups my breasts, teasing and toying with my nipples. At the same time, Parker thrusts so goddamn deep into my core. He’s big and forceful, and it hurts so good. I’m panting and sweating like I’ve just been running for my life. I grab one of his hands and place his finger in my mouth, sucking my juices from his fingertip. He groans.
“You’re so hot, baby,” he says.
I bite his finger. “Hey,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. He pulls me back so that I’m sitting on him as he kneels right behind me. Parker wraps his hands around my torso, gripping my breasts and pulling aggressively at my nipples. I suck in an overwhelmed breath, fighting back tears of pain and joy.
“I know you like that, Sophie,” he breathes in my ear.
I moan at the sound of my name on his lips. “Say it again,” I beg.
He bites my neck. “Sophie.” Nibbles my earlobe. “Sophie.” I reach down and gently grab his testicles. He calls out my name, totally shocked, and I giggle.
“You little sphynx. I fucking love you.”
My breath catches. As soon as Parker says those three words, I’m enveloped in a blanket of warmth and trust. Parker’s hands hesitate over my hips, and I know he can sense my tension. I grab his big hand and kiss his knuckles. Then, I look back at him over my shoulder and say, “I love you too.”
He smiles at me, runs a hand through my hair. “I’m so glad to hear it, baby.”
I love how he calls me baby. I pull him into a kiss, then arch my back against his chiseled chest, letting my hair fall onto his stomach. I slow down and savor every sensation of him inside me. I’ve been waiting for this for what seemed like an eternity.
“Ooh, you look so hot like that. Let me watch you.” Parker lowers himself flat on the ground, grabbing my hips and enjoying the show as I ride him backward. I rock back and forth, letting the waves of pleasure spread through me from my core. With Parker’s hot hands all over me, there’s never a need for a sweater in this arena, let alone any clothes at all. I decide to pull off my dress entirely. He grunts and moans as I rock on him. I love having this effect on him.
I slow the pace down, making every movement as sensual as I can. Parker slowly feels up the sides of my torso. When he starts breathing heavily, I lift off of him.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he groans.
I turn around and crawl up to him, leaving searing hot kisses up his chest to his neck to his jaw. He slips his fingers inside me again, circling my clit. I grab his cock and pleasure him while he pleasures me, staring into his eyes.
We pant together, smirking at each other, letting the waves of pleasure take over. I lower myself, so I can rub the pre-cum off his dick onto my stomach. I’ve learned he loves this, and it pleases me to hear him groan in agonizing pleasure. I bite his lip and pull away as he’s about to kiss me, teasing him until I can see the pain in his eyes.
Just when I can tell he can’t wait any longer, Parker flips us around, so he’s on top of me. He thrusts his cock inside me with a satisfied grunt. It sounds archaic, primal, and it’s so fucking hot.
He grinds his pelvis against mine and bends down to suck on my breast. I’m stretched and filled to my fullest with him inside me. I’m overcome with an explosion of orgasmic pleasure. Not too long after, Parker joins me.
We lie there, panting together, until I realize he still has a glob of shampoo in the crook of his ear.
“What’s so funny?” he asks when I chuckle.
“Looks like you were in a rush earlier,” I say, pointing to the top of his ear.
Parker swipes it out with his finger and rubs the suds on my nose playfully.
“I couldn’t wait to see my girl,” he says.
A smile tugs at my mouth. I’m Parker Hayes’ girl.
And he’s mine.
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Caught Looking
Caught Looking is a friends-to-lovers college baseball romance with a sassy, afraid-to-commit heroine and a determined, sexy hero. It is the fourth book in the College Sports series and can be read as a standalone.
Cassy
I’m the only girl on the Tempt University men’s baseball team, but I can handle the pressure to prove myself.
Baseball is my life and keeping up with the guys has always been easy for me.
Until now.
Turns out, it’s a little difficult to kick ass on the field when you’re crushing hard on your handsome teammate.
But I can’t let my feelings for Garrett Campos ruin our friendship, and I definitely can’t screw up this once in a lifetime opportunity to play with the big boys.
Even if one of those boys has a knack for taking my breath away…
Garrett
I thought Cassy Jones was just a competitive teammate, until Coach accuses me of flirting with her.
Just to be clear—I’m not. And I’m convinced neither is she.
Coach claims that flirting would mess with Cassy’s performance on the field.
I think that's bullshit, but Coach’s accusation has me seeing Cassy in a new light.
Suddenly, I want to get to know her. Is she really a loner? What’s with the tough girl act? And why does she try to hide her curves?
But the closer I get, the farther she pulls away. I'm losing my mind over this girl.
Turns out it isn't Cassy’s game Coach should be worried about.
Can I prove to her it’s possible to date her teammate and kick ass on the field?
If you love friends-to-lovers sports romances with steamy sweet sex scenes, y
ou’ll love this book. No cliffhangers in this fun college romance.
This story takes place at Tempt University, where academic tensions run high and everyone is overdue for a sizzling, lust-fueled fling to get back on track (even the professors).
Welcome to Tempt University!
Chapter One
Cassy
It’s hot as hell out here in left field. The sun is blazing down on my teammates and me, I can feel the sweat tickling my underarms, and it doesn’t help one bit to have Garrett’s gaze on my back like a damn predator stalking his prey.
We’re both playing outfield today, on the same damn team, but it doesn’t matter. It’s always a competition between us. If our team catches this next ball, we win. Though it’s just a practice game, every win counts. Especially when you’re the only woman on the Tempt University baseball team.
It’s practically motionless out in the field as everyone watches the next batter walk up to home plate, but something catches my attention from the corner of my eye. I turn to find Garrett flashing me his signature smirk. It’s the kind of smirk that says, “I’m going to catch this ball, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Pu-lease. I give him a sassy eyebrow raise, and he responds with the smile that reveals his stunningly white teeth. I roll my eyes forcefully, more to prevent them from ogling him than to show him sass. It’s a dangerous risk looking at Garrett Campos, because every time I do, I always want to look a bit longer.
But I can’t be caught ogling him. As handsome (and annoying) as he may be, Garrett is my friend, and he’s one of my teammates. It may be lame to admit this, but these guys are my only social interaction. Baseball is my life, and I’m just not girly enough to connect with most other women. But I’m not exactly one of the guys, either. Though my teammates and I aren’t BFFs by any means, I’m not willing to lose what I have here, especially not for a cocky piece of ass.
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