changed my entire world.”
She studied him. “Isn’t that a little old to be just starting into the sport? Mark started playing when he was five.”
Peter shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. But I had a gift and ambition. More than that, pitching gave me something to look forward to and feel hopeful about. It was a way out of poverty, and I grabbed onto it with both hands, threw everything I was into it. By the time I got through high school I’d been on some pro scouts’ radars for a while and got picked up by the Rush’s AAA affiliate in Buffalo.” He shrugged casually. “The rest is history. I’ve been playing ball ever since.”
He considered himself one hell of a success story.
And that’s why he paid it forward now that he had money. He funded numerous charities and organizations designed to help children in the projects get a chance at life by educating them and opening doors normally unavailable to kids of their socioeconomic status. Over the years he’d helped a lot of people.
That familiar panicky feeling began to tighten his chest and he breathed deep, then slowly exhaled. For a guy who thrived on challenge he sure was being a pussy about things. It was just a little life overhaul. Nothing he couldn’t handle.
Leslie placed a hand on his knee and he stiffened. Just that one small touch from her felt erotic. “That’s an awesome story, Peter.”
“Thanks.”
“Did this guy you mentioned teach you to play the guitar too?”
Her finger was making little circles on his bent knee and it was driving him nuts. “Nope. I learned to play by reading about it.”
She looked at him like she didn’t believe him and stopped circling. “You
He nodded and watched some puffy white clouds float on by. Any minute she should start rubbing again. He hoped. Her touch felt good. “Yeah.” It was one of his things. He read all the time. Like
And he was good at utilizing what he read, so now he played guitar.
“What else do I not know about you?” she sort-of demanded. It wasn’t really a question, and he couldn’t tell if she was miffed or intrigued. Knowing Leslie, she was probably a little bit of both.
“I have a ridiculously high IQ. Makes me obnoxious.”
The woman snorted. “Is that what you blame it on?”
He grinned and pinched her side gently. “I’m Ukrainian and Black Irish.”
She rolled her eyes. “I mean something interesting, Peter.”
He thought about it for a moment. “I wrote really bad poetry when I was sixteen.”
“Get out.” That got her attention.
She began rubbing his knee again and he swallowed the urge to groan. “It’s true. I played ball, but I was also this sensitive artsy kid searching for an outlet. This was before I discovered the guitar,” he added, lest she think he still wrote really bad poetry.
“Better. But, where’s the really juicy stuff?” She gave him a look. “I know you have some.”
Oh, did she mean like the fact that he’d been with exactly one woman besides her in the past three years and that was only to prove that he could get a hard-on after his disaster with Leslie? Yeah. He was keeping that secret.
He sat back up. It was time to change the subject. “I brought you here so I could get down your pants.”
She shoved him in the arm and laughed. “You did not.”
He grinned like the devil. “Girl, you know I did.”
Leslie shook her head, still smiling. “Then you’ve failed miserably.”
“Have I?” he asked, feeling his muscles bunch as he prepared to pounce. Failure wasn’t in his vocabulary.
“I’m not seeing any making out now, am I?” She looked around like she was scouting for it.
If he didn’t know better he’d think that Leslie wanted him to kiss her. That maybe she was egging him on. “Maybe I was trying to be a gentleman.”
She laughed at that. “In who’s dream?” Then she tossed her head back, exposing the graceful line of her throat, taunting him.
He had her flat on her back with her hands pinned over her head before she could even let out a scream. “This is no dream, princess.”
Leslie didn’t even try to struggle against him. In fact, if he wasn’t mistaken, there was a naughty little gleam in her gorgeous eyes. And he was sure he wasn’t mistaking the foot seductively rubbing the back of his calf all of a sudden.
What was up with that?
“You want to make out with me, don’t you?” he said as the realization hit him. Her breasts pushed against him and she’d spread her legs to cradle him. He could feel the heat of her crotch, and arousal pooled heavy in his groin. When she rubbed suggestively against him the blood went thick in his veins.
“It seemed appropriate, given we’re on a date.” The flirty, playful teasing almost made him whimper. She knew just how to slay him.
Peter stared down into her hazel eyes and watched as they started to turn dark. God, she was beautiful. “Well, now I’m confused,” he said. “It was my understanding that you didn’t want to lose this bet.” If she did that was fine by him. Getting Leslie naked was on the top of his to-do list, and if she wanted to expedite the process then he was all for it. After he accomplished that he’d think about what came next. Because right now he didn’t know. He just knew that Leslie had a hold on him and he had to do something about it before it drove him insane.
“Making out isn’t having sex.” She pulled a hand free and it began to slide up the back of his thigh. He sucked in air sharply, loving the feel of her under him, all lush and pliant. She definitely knew how to tease.
Then her hand reached his ass and he lowered his head so that he could kiss her neck, wanting her hand to stay there forever. So she wanted to up the stakes and play a little?
“Mmm, let’s don’t,” she whispered just before he covered her mouth with his.
Coaxing her mouth apart, Peter ran his tongue along the seam of her lips until she opened for him on a soft moan, her hand still gripping his ass. Desire hummed just beneath his skin, urging him to take the kiss deeper, to dive into Leslie.
But he didn’t. Instead, he kissed her slowly. He kissed her like a man savoring his favorite meal, exploring the sweet taste of her at his leisure until she began moving impatiently against him. Even then he continued to kiss her like he had all the time in the world. And he didn’t stop until she was writhing beneath him and pulling at his hair.
Smiling against her lips, Peter rocked against her gently, creating a delicious friction until she was panting impatiently.
Leslie wasn’t the only one who could tease.
He fed her one last slow, drugging kiss and then pulled away to look at her. She had her eyes closed and her cheeks were flushed.
Until she realized that he was done. Then her eyes fluttered open and filled with pouty sexual frustration. She slapped him hard on the ass just as he was standing. “Dirty pool, Kowalskin. Very dirty pool.”
He laughed out loud. Of course it was.
It was his specialty.
PETER DROPPED HER off back at Pole Fitness and left with a wink and an engine rev, peeling pavement as he hit the road. After that, Leslie headed back to his place to find it empty. Relieved to be alone, she showered,
