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.C.Caught a few Nats games, unfortunately before they built their snazzy new stadium.”“Look at that.You revealed personal details without bursting into flames.” Ivy dropped a smooch on his cheek.Liked it enough to come back for seconds, with a long, soft kiss right on the lips.“There’s hope for you yet.”“Smart ass.” He ran his hand down her smooth thigh in a quick caress.“Nice of your friend Daphne to drop off a change of clothes.Especially driving downtown on her day off.”“Daphne’s my best friend.She’d never make me do the morning-after walk of shame.” Not that she’d told Daphne any details.To avoid the inevitable lecture, she’d fuzzed the truth.Said they’d stayed up all night talking.Ivy didn’t like lying to her best friend, but she hadn’t wanted to waste any precious moments with Ben stuck in an argument with Daphne.“Plus, she was motivated by more than friendship.Her delivery fee will cost me a dinner at Reza’s, our favorite Persian restaurant.”“Totally worth it.In case you haven’t noticed, these shorts are a lot more conducive to me touching you than the acres of skirt in your gown.Don’t get me wrong.I have fond memories of that gown.The way it looked pooled around your waist in the elevator.The way it looked lying on the floor while you were naked on top of me.” Fired up by the pictures in his brain, Ben leaned in for some real time action.Instead, he got broadsided in the forehead by the bill of her Cubs cap.“Why’d you leave D.C.?”Damn it.The fatal question.If he answered with the truth, she’d drop him faster than the shortstop bobbled that ground ball a minute ago.If he handed her some made-up line, she seemed the type to cry foul.And all Ben wanted was to watch a ball game in this iconic setting, with his hand on the thigh of a pretty girl who kept him on his toes.While he appreciated Ivy being both whip-smart and perceptive, he just wished she didn’t aim those talents in his direction.“Thought this was a baseball game, not twenty questions.” He followed up the deflection with a kiss, this time tugging her head back by her ponytail to slide in beneath her hat.Until she started the third degree, Ivy had given him the perfect day.Her kiss tasted of all of it; breakfast in bed, a stroll along the lake, and the surprise visit to Wrigley.It was fun and bright, exactly like Ivy herself.And then it turned.Ben went deeper, demanded more.The cheering fans, the crack of the bat and the crackle of the loudspeaker faded away.His tongue twined with hers, joining in an inner caress that shocked him with its shot-to-the-gut power.She answered his need, thrust for thrust with breathy little moans that made him want to toss her over his shoulder and run all the way back to the Cavendish.Satisfied with his method of distraction, he resettled his cap.Then let out a whoop as what could’ve been a fly ball turned into a home run for the home team.Ivy surged to her feet before he could let out the first clap.Whistling and screaming, she celebrated along with the other thirty thousand people in the stands.The timing couldn’t have been better.Talk about a distraction! He planned to point the conversation firmly toward her for the rest of the day to prevent any more games of dodgeball with revealing the truth.Starting now.“A play like that should be capped off with a hot dog or two.Give us a base for these beers.You got the tickets, so the snacks are on me.”Ivy bit her lip.“The tickets were free.”“I’m not a client demanding an itemization.” He refused to let her innate sense of fair play ruin the gesture.“How about you relax and let me treat you.We’ve done this whole date thing ass backward.You deserve candles and a fancy restaurant with flowers on the table.At least let me spring for a damn pretzel.”“When you put it so nicely, how could I refuse?” Ivy giggled.* * *Ben blinked against the onslaught of light as they emerged from the darkness beneath the thick maze of El tracks.Donning sunglasses, he loped along beside Ivy, her determined stride eating up the sidewalk.She walked with purpose.He wanted to walk to the nearest patch of grass and take a nap.“After sitting for nine innings, I thought it’d be nice to stretch our legs,” said Ivy.The woman had a boundless supply of energy.Whereas Ben was very much aware of how little shut eye they’d grabbed last night.He couldn’t wait to collapse into his airplane seat and sleep the whole way home.On the other hand, he wanted to hang with Ivy for as long as possible [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]