“Mornin’, beautiful.”

“Oh my god, this again?” Delilah rolled her pretty eyes. Dinner had gone amazing last night, and while she’d opened up a little, I could still tell she was holding back on me. This girl was making me work for it, that was for sure, but there was something down deep that pulled at my insides whenever she was around.

“What ya up to?” I landed in the bleacher seat next to her.

“What’s your best guess, Greenwood?”

The way her mouth curled up at the corner made my dick ache. “I was gonna guess you came to check out ball players.”

“Because it’s my job.” She shot me a sideways glance. “And you’re being distracting.”

“Wouldn’t know what else to do with my time.” I shrugged, crossing my arms and ankles before propping my legs up on the seat in front of me.

“There’s got to be a million other things you can do besides bother me.”

“You wound my heart!” I clutched at my chest.

“I bet.” Her eyes narrowed, but her smile deepened. I loved that look on her face because I was the one who had put it there, and I damn sure planned to put a few more there.

“I’ve got nothing better to do with my time than watch a few players practice with the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

Delilah’s eyes widened before her gaze turned back to the field. She held a pencil in her hand, tapping the eraser against her knee as she fidgeted.

“Everything about you draws me in, Delilah.” I stroked my fingertips up the line of her thigh, watching a visible shudder roll through her system as she shifted in her seat. “What happened last night, I want it to happen again.” I reached her waist, trailing a fingertip across the waistband of her pants before darting beneath the fabric.

She licked her perky lips, her mouth parting just slightly with soft breaths. I glanced around the field, thankful as fuck she’d chosen this dark little corner to watch warm-ups from. We were so far out of anyone’s line of sight, we virtually had the stadium to ourselves.

“I want to taste this pretty pussy,” I whispered as I drew a deft fingertip over the crotch of her panties. Her back arched in the stadium seat, the fabric of her shirt pulling across her tits and making me so fucking horny I thought I might die

Unable to hold back a minute more, I lunged across the seat, caging her in my arms and ducking to taste her lips. I worked the delicate little bud of her clit through her panties while my tongue darted into her mouth, swirling and tasting the decadent flavors. One of her arms wrapped around my neck as her leg hitched around my hip, her body ebbing and flowing against me like a wild wave.

“Christ, you’re responsive.” My palm trailed up her torso, pushing under her shirt and gripping at the flesh of one full tit. Soft whimpers escaped her throat when I slipped a thumb inside the lacy little bra and fingered her taut nipple. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she whispered through agonized pants.

“We can’t keep our hands off each other. We were stupid to think it wouldn’t happen,” I nipped at the plump flesh of her bottom lip.

“I’m going to tell myself whatever I have to in the morning to forget this even happened.” Her eyes flared before she pulled my head down to hers, pressing ours lips together in a bruising kiss.

“Tell yourself whatever you have to, but right now you’re mine. I know for a fact that the security cameras are only on during games. We’re safe here, baby.”

“Oh my god,” she breathed when I yanked the pants and panties from her waist, giving me enough room to angle between her thighs.

“This is fucking beautiful.” I pushed her thighs apart, my gaze falling on her glistening pink pussy as every corded muscle in my body bunched and pulled, my cock flexing and wanting nothing more than to sink in and fuck her until neither of us could see straight.

My eyes connected with hers in that moment, and before she could even open her pretty lips, I grinned and dove in, trailing my tongue up and down her slit, then swirling at her pussy. Delilah’s hands clutched at my hair, my scalp burning with the pull of her grasp, and my dick pounding with every fucking heartbeat.

“Sweeter than honey, baby.” I sucked the bud of her clit into my mouth and drew in long pulls, enjoying every ounce of her body gyrating underneath mine.

Delilah's free hand trailed her body, turning me on with every stroke, when I laced our fingers together. Both of our palms molded the flesh of her breast, forcing our fingertips to pinch at the dark little nipples before I flicked my tongue, then danced one long finger at her entrance.

“I can’t wait to bury myself inside this body, but not here. I want you all to myself the first time. An entire night. Maybe even the whole weekend.” I kneaded her gorgeous tit again before sliding my finger into her hot, wet body, feeling her spasm around my fingers, I hooked and worked my tongue at her clit before her thighs clenched around my shoulders, passion-fueled moans burning past her lips with her orgasm.

“You are my favorite thing first thing in the morning.” I grinned, making a point of wiping her pussy off my face, then sliding my thumb between my lips and licking it off.

“Cash, oh my god.” She attempted to cover her face before I caught her hands, pushing them around my neck before kissing the frown off her face.

“Don’t hide yourself from me, not ever. Got that, Delilah?”

“You’re crazy, Cash Greenwood.”

“Only for you.” I winked at her as I pulled her pants up her legs, rearranging her panties and putting her back together.

“I can’t believe you did that.”

“We. We did that.” I sat back in my seat, catching her hand in mine as I did. “And get used to it, Delilah. I’ve been fucking starved for you, and this barely even scratched the surface.”