I jogged out onto the field the next morning, my muscles threaded with adrenaline. Delilah had consumed all my thoughts last night—the memory of her curves under my hands, her full pouty lips, and those eyes that tore through my chest and saw deep into my soul. Her pull was magnetic, and I had no idea how I was going to convince her to let me in. I don’t know when it happened, but somewhere along the line, home went from being a place to being with Delilah. I ached for her in ways I didn’t think were possible. I don’t know at what point baseball was no longer the most important thing in my life. Delilah was.

I shoved my hat down over my forehead, meeting a few guys hovering around the pitcher's mound, one new guy suited up in a practice uniform in their midst.

What the hell was this?

I hadn't been informed of a mid-season transfer, I didn't even know Coach had eyes on anyone.

As I drew closer, my eyes honed in on the shapely calves, a small waist…and I was sure I’d seen that curvy ass before.

“Delilah?”

“Check out the new teammate, Greenwood,” Rod called, punching me on the shoulder.

“What are you doing?” I ignored him and focused my attention on Delilah.

Her eyes shot up to me, her lips curved into a small grin. “Guys asked me to throw a few balls. You know I can’t run in a skirt.”

“Well, no shit.” I shook my head, enjoying the playful lilt in her voice. “Let’s see what you got, Grey.”

All the guys laughed, a few jogging off into their positions, more standing at the sidelines to watch the show. And little did I know what a show it was going to be.

“Scoot over, Greenwood.” Delilah bumped her hip against me.

“Sure you’re not gonna need a few pointers? A few warm-up throws?” I teased, enjoying every minute.

Delilah turned, planting her hands on her hips. The way the fine white threads pulled across her generous tits made my stomach churn with desire. She was so gorgeous, and the fact that the warm-up jersey fit her just right, the fabric tucked into her waist and pulling across every sexy curve she had, made me insane.

I wanted my hands on her now.

I needed to feel her again.

“Somethin’ on your mind, Greenwood?”

“Just thinking how much better you’d look wrapped in my jersey.”

Her eyes flared before she pushed me off the pitching mound. “In your dreams, playboy.”

“Every night.” I winked, enjoying her huffy attitude, wondering what she’d do if I said to hell with everything and pulled her in for a kiss right now.

But I couldn't do that, because I didn’t trust myself to let her go.

“Watch and learn.” Delilah smiled sweetly before turning, loosening her muscles as she made eye contact with Rod at home plate.

“Here we go,” I said, just as she wound her arm back, wrist twisting just the slightest. The ball released, spinning as if in slow motion before slowing as it reached Rod. He swung low and missed it all together. “Holy shit.”

“That’s what I thought.” Delilah smiled, and my dick pounded angrily in my pants. She was fucking good. How did she know how to throw a ball like that?

Delilah had severely understated her baseball experience, not only was she comfortable off the field, but the girl could kill it on the field, too.

Rod threw the ball back to her, and she caught it effortlessly in her glove.

I frowned. “Where’d you learn how to throw a ball like that?”

“Why? Want a few lessons?” Delilah cooed, then did a quick wind up and threw a fastball at Rod. This time he landed it squarely and drove the ball to left field.

“And here I was expecting you to throw like a girl.” I knew that would rile her up.

“You’re a chauvinistic bastard.”

“And you’re beautiful when you’re angry.” I stepped closer, my body drawn to hers like a magnet.

“You’re…” She shoved her hands onto her hips again in her cute little defensive stance. “You’re infuriating, Cash Greenwood.”

Delilah walked off the mound, not even flinching when a ball whirred past her head, which was still covered in that cute little Timberwolves ball cap.

“You don't take well to compliments, do you?”

She didn't answer, just kept walking off the field and deep into the dark hall leading to the locker room.

“Your ass looks great in those pants.” I followed her down the hallway.

Still she walked, her speed picking up.

“But the jersey would look better with my last name on it.”

She entered the locker room and slammed the door behind her. Christ, I loved her spirit.

I entered behind her. “And I want those legs wrapped around me.”

Delilah turned, tearing the ball cap off her head, long dark curls falling around her shoulders. “Listen here—”

I didn’t give her a chance to speak. I crossed the distance between us, and my hands threaded through her hair, lips pressed against hers as we slammed into a row of old metal lockers. Delilah’s hand curled around my neck, her leg hitched at my waist as I pushed my tongue past her lips. Her fucking taste drove white-hot need through to my balls, every nerve aching and strung tight waiting for release.

“I can’t keep my hands off you.”

She didn't answer, only pressed her lips to mine in a bruising kiss, her fingers pulling at the fine threads of my hair peeking out under my ball cap. My hands on her thighs, my thumbs digging into the flesh beneath the rough fabric of the warm-up pants. I’d been waiting for this, for her, I just hadn’t known it.

I’d seen my parents ruined by addiction, so I’d steered far clear of anything that could mess with my head, including love. But this wasn’t love yet was it? How could it be?

But how could it not be?

I shook my head, inhaling a breath of her intoxicating scent.

“I can smell how much you want me,” I growled, and a small moan fell past her lips. Her head thrown back against the locker, she clutched at my biceps hard enough I was sure there would be bruises tomorrow. I didn’t give a fuck. I wanted her marks all over me. Since she already consumed my thoughts, why not wear her badge on my body?

My mind roared at me to claim her, shove inside her and fuck until we were both exhausted and desperate for more. I was sure of one thing: having Delilah Grey once wouldn’t be enough. The idea of losing myself in her every day sent unfamiliar waves of contentment rolling through my body.

“I want to sink inside you right here, right now,” I whispered, trailing my nose down the long line of her neck. Her hips arched, my cock making contact with the hot seam of her pussy through our clothing and making my mind hazy with crazed lust. I nipped at the soft flesh of her neck. “I want to leave my mark on you.”

“I don't know why I keep subjecting myself to you,” she finally responded, her lips covering mine in quick kisses.

“Because you can’t help yourself?” My hands danced across her body, skimming the swell of her beautiful tits. “I want you addicted to my touch.”

“I don’t get addicted to anything, or anyone.”

“Not until now, you haven’t.” I kneaded the flesh of her breast beneath the shirt as I ran my cotton-covered cock between her thighs. “I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re like a drug, Delilah.”

“Hey! Greenwood, where’d ya disappear to, man?!” Rod burst through the doors, and like I’d burned her, Delilah dropped from my body, turning back to the locker she’d been digging in.

I shook my head, eyes darting from her to Rod. “Comin’, bro.”

Rod’s eyes narrowed at Delilah’s ass propped in the air as she was bent, digging through her bag.

“Hey, eyes up, fucker.”

Rod’s face split into a grin. “Gotcha, man.”

He backed out of the doors, making an obscene gesture with his hands the entire way. I flipped him off before the door swung closed.

“You should go.” Delilah turned, her clothes clutched to her chest and hiding her beautiful self from me.

“I don’t want to.” I advanced on her, catching her chin in my fingers.

“But you should.” She pulled away from my grip, eyes averting to the floor. “I’m gonna get changed, so…”

I huffed, my cock desperate to find itself between her thighs again. Images of her naked swirled in my head, and I knew I’d have to leave ASAP if I had any hope of reining myself in.

“I’ll catch you after practice? Maybe we could grab something to eat.”

“Maybe.” She bit down on her bottom lip, and I knew then it wouldn’t happen. There was still something holding her back, despite her body screaming yes, despite the way she shivered and moaned when I touched her.

“I’ll be waiting, Delilah. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be waiting.” I trailed my thumb across the bow of her top lip, watching as her eyes fell closed and her cheeks burned crimson. Before she could respond, I turned, heading for the swinging doors. “Later, Grey.”