Clutch Hit by Faith O'Shea (books to improve english .txt) 📕

was becoming less offensive every day. In fact, today, she almost reveled in it.

It’s not going to take much.

Within a few seconds, her cell rang, and he was on the other end of the line. He began making love to her with his voice, the husky baritone vibrating through her. The sensual hunger she’d felt with his call was now a craving that she needed fulfilled. She balked at first, feeling inhibited, but when she gave in to the erotic suggestions, she felt herself coiling toward release. She ached to touch him, to be skin to skin, but as he caressed her with his words and she gently stroked the swollen bud of her womanhood, focused on the tight bundle of nerves, she was carried away from all thought, all embarrassment, all conscious time. She gasped as the orgasm consumed her, called out his name as shudders racked her body. His ragged groan told her that the tumble into pleasure had not been hers alone.

“Querida, you were magnificent.”

His voice was guttural and strained with passion. Hers was still breathy.

“Where did you learn to do that?”

“It is not learned, it is felt. You arouse me in ways I never thought possible and I’ve just found another.”

She was swamped by emotion. Never in a million years had she thought she would have do something like this. Sure, she’d had some long droughts and she’d done what she had to do to keep herself from jumping into bed with just anyone. But this… It was more erotic than she’d bargained for, ending up in a tangle of sheets and pulsing sensations. With him any kind of sex was indescribably delicious. As she finally drifted off to sleep, a Cheshire grin the only thing she wore, her thoughts were of him.

She was still wearing the smile the next morning as she boarded the plane for San Juan. She put away her fear. At least for now. She was caught up in him, heart and soul and she knew he might only be here for today. She wasn’t going to let one minute with him slip away.

In Puerto Rico, the weather was a repeat of the day before, just the way she liked it. She’d always loved her visits here, but now that she’d been to Cuba, it seemed colorless. Too much like what her life had become since leaving Mateo. She texted him before she met with the coaches, before lunch, after lunch, after meeting with the players scheduled for a Sanford tryout, but before she went to bed, she called, needing to hear his voice, needing to know that he was missing her as much as she was missing him. He’d offered her a repeat of the night before, and for as good as it was, it wasn’t the same as being with him, his thick shaft penetrating her inner core, his hands stroking her body, his words convincing her of his desire.

Instead, she contented herself with simple conversation, the kind a couple might share at the end of a busy day.

“What did you do today?”

“Got the tour of Fiona’s lab after practice. Rique picked up dinner and we took it over so he could eat with her.”

“What’s it like?”

“Lots of machines, the names of which I can’t pronounce. Test tubes all over the place, although she says she hasn’t begun to sample anything yet. According to her, she still has a week’s worth of organizing to do before she can start the project. She tried explaining what it is she’ll be working on, but it’s all science gibberish to me. Even in Spanish, I’d have a hard time following her.”

“Does Rique understand it all?”

“Not all, but more than you’d think. He’s proud of her and it shows.”

“I think you may have been right about him. I should have taken a closer look.”

“You did. You saw beyond his poor performance, saw a talented shortstop who just needed playing time.”

She was sitting by the open window, the breeze a welcome break from the heat of the day. She didn’t use air conditioning unless she had to. She preferred fresh air to forced cool. She slumped down in the chair, extending her legs, kicked off her flip-flops.

“But I still saw shallow. My opinion could have colored my assessment. For as well as I know people, you were much more perceptive about him than I was.”

“Only because I lived with his family before coming here.”

“I never asked who stayed with you while they were in Boston attending the World Series games.”

“Felicia, Rique’s sister. She was just finishing up an internship and had to stick around.”

She twitched as if a worm had just worked its way under her skin. She didn’t like knowing he’d been alone with a beautiful woman while he was there.

“You got along okay?”

“She is quiet, studious. But she has stories about dinosaurs that were interesting to hear.”

“Was it hard to leave there?”

She couldn’t believe she’d let that tumble out.

“It was torture to stay. I missed many things by being there. You most of all.”

It’s what she wanted to hear but wasn’t sure she could believe it.

“Mateo, we didn’t even know each other at that point.”

“I knew who you were the minute you began to discuss my future. It was in the way you talked, the way you moved, the way your scent floated out and captured my senses. You were the essence of who I would become.”

She had to admit, it was like they’d known each other forever, picking up where they’d left off at a bar in Cancun. As if they’d never been apart.

As soon as they’d said good night, she wanted to talk to him again. He had a way of smoothing her edges and calming her concerns. The ones about them and the future.

When she got to South Carolina, he took over, texting her several times during the day. What was crazy was it was usually right before she reached out to him, as if he’d known she was thinking