Baseball and Other Lessons (Devil's Ranch Book 2) by Aubrey Gross Read Free Book Online

(preferably naked), Matt stood up and yawned. “I need to get back to my room. Curfew’s come and went already.”
    He didn’t miss how her eyes traveled up and down the length of his body as he stretched, or how her gaze caught just below his waist and held a few beats longer than necessary before her cheeks turned pink and she glanced away.
    He’d never expected leaving this room to be so damned hard.
    She stood, too, and they awkwardly stared at each other. Where was this awkwardness coming from? He was never awkward with women.
    Disgusted with himself, Matt stepped towards Jenn. “It was great seeing you. I had fun tonight.”
    Jenn smiled. “I did, too. Shockingly.”
    He laughed. Awkwardly. “Well, good night.”
    “Good night, Matt.”
    He didn’t move. She didn’t move. Why was this so weird and awkward? Any other woman he would hug her, or kiss her good night, or bend her over the bed.
    He wanted to do all of that with Jenn, he just wasn’t sure if he should.
    Jenn shook her head and sighed. “This is awkward. Why is this so awkward? We’ve known each other forever, so why the awkward all of a sudden?”
    He was so glad he wasn’t the only one feeling all the awkward. Instead of saying that, though, he just shrugged and said, “I don’t know.”
    He did know. She knew. They both knew the other knew, considering the tension was so thick you could cut it with a rusted butter knife.
    And yet they stood there, staring at each other like they didn’t know where all the awkward was coming from or what they wanted to do about all the awkward.
    Determined to shut off his brain and not think about what he was doing—or what this awkward thing was between them—he stepped forward and pulled her into a hug. Her body was warm and almost vibrating with all the…awkward…floating in the air between them and fuck it, he was going to kiss her because he couldn’t not kiss her.
    He pressed his lips against hers and she froze.
    He froze.
    Like ice sculptures in the Arctic, they froze.
    Well that’s really awkward .
    He pulled away slightly, his thoughts a muddled jumble in his head thanks to beer, the couple of miniature bottles of tequila he’d had earlier, and Jenn. She drew in a shaky breath and then nervously wet her lips with her tongue.
    It was like the sun came out, melting away all the ice. Their gazes met and held, and then he was moving and she was moving, their mouths colliding almost violently. Without his usual finesse, he claimed her mouth with his own, a primal need pulsing through his body, demanding that he claim this woman now .
    She moaned, her hands tugging and pulling his hair. Her body squirmed against his, and he backed her up two steps until her back hit the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist—who knew Jenn was so flexible?—and he could feel her wet heat through their clothes.
    He was harder than he could ever remember being in his life, and all that mattered was getting inside of her. Right. Fucking. Now.
    Matt grabbed the hem of Jenn’s shirt and quickly pulled it off her body and over her head, threw it somewhere behind him. Her hands were under his shirt, frantically working it up his torso. He grabbed the back of it, drew it off and threw it in the general direction of hers.
    She ground against him, and he ground right back. She gasped. He undid the front clasp of her bra with one hand, pushed the cups aside and captured a nipple with his mouth. Her breasts were tiny and perfect, her nipples light pink. He nipped at her breasts, the swell of each and the nipples, making Jenn cry out and moan in that slightly husky voice of hers.
    “I have to have you. Now.”
    She moaned in response and pressed her pelvis against his.
    Matt reached down and unbuttoned her pants, slid the zipper down before pushing the denim to her ankles, taking her panties with them. She kicked them off and stood before him, naked and ready.
    He’d never seen anything more beautiful in his life.
    Her