“Do you remember what I told you I’d do the next time I saw you?”

She nodded as a rush of sparks tore through her body, making her hot and damp between her legs. Her underwear was fast becoming useless.

“Yes.”

He dragged a finger along her jawline, and she hitched in a breath. “You said,” she began, but words were so hard right now, especially as his fingers reached the hollow of her throat and he lowered his head, kissing her there next. Her eyes floated closed. She was comprised of nothing but raw feelings; she was reduced to only red-hot want and pulsing need for him. For this man.

“What did I say?”

“You said you’d be fucking me,” she whispered on a moan, vaguely aware that the inning was ending, that the noise in the stadium signaled a fresh round of cheers.

He brought his hand to her chin, lifted it up, forcing her to open her eyes and look at him. “Do you think I’m a man of my word?”

She nodded, breathless.

“I am,” he said, staring at her with hunger and unabashed lust. “Now, do you want me to keep my promise?”

“I do,” she said instantly, her voice breathy. “I swear I do. I swear I need you right now.”

“I need you so much, and I’m completely sorry I didn’t send you a picture last night. I hope you can let me show you how sorry I am,” he said, taking her hand and guiding her to one of the leather chairs that overlooked the glass windows in the skybox. It was the top of the ninth now. The other team was at bat. Nate sank down into the chair, unzipped his pants, and slid them down to his knees. His beautifully erect cock greeted her, snapping to attention against his flat stomach. Her mouth watered as she stared at him. She couldn’t stop looking. He was so fucking beautiful.

“Come here,” he whispered, as he held out his hands for her. She was about to straddle him, when he stopped her to dip his thumbs into her panties and skim them down her legs. She helped him when she reached her sneakers, tugging them over her Converses and tucking them into the back pocket of her jean skirt. She was thinking ahead to when she’d need them again as they walked out of here. She stopped thinking ahead when he dipped a hand into his pocket and produced a condom.

Perhaps the condom was the line in the sand. Perhaps it was the symbol of the before and after. Or perhaps it was simply the means to the end. That end was something she desperately wanted. She straddled him, her legs on either side of his strong thighs as he rolled it on his hard, steely length. He brought a hand through her hair, lacing his fingers into her blond strands, then whispering, “Come closer, Casey.”

She reached for him, rubbing the head of his dick against her slick flesh. The feel of him was astonishing. The wild thrill that charged through her body from the very first touch of him, of his hardness against her heat, was a mere sign of what was to come.