happy lately, I just want to thank
you. I have such a great time with you.”
Well, so much for bringing up the practices again. I was
starting to think that I would never be able to talk to him about that. He
needed to get back on the field to prepare for his next game, and it was just
downright foolish of him to think that he could miss that many practices just
because he was talented. I wondered what his coach thought and why he wasn't
dragging him over there by the ears. They were usually really good about that.
It shouldn't be up to his girlfriend to get him out on the field. What if I
knew nothing about the game? I would totally assume that he was good to miss
any practice that he wanted.
When the waiter arrived, we ordered our lamb dinners and I
tried to enjoy my time with him.
After dinner, he had taken me sailing which was something I
had never done before. It was a very freeing experience, and we bonded even
more over it. He had taken some classes before, but he allowed me to take
control at one point and it was the best feeling in the world. Well, being with
Bennett was actually the best feeling in the world, but this one had been a
close second. I was having so much fun with him, but the whole time it had been
tainted by the fact that I knew he should have been at practice instead of with
me.
I considered telling him I couldn't hang out with him
anymore in the mornings and try to force him to consider going to practice. Would
he go or would he just find something else to do with his time? I was confident
he would return to practices, but I felt ridiculous even considering giving him
that kind of ultimatum. But I was at a loss as to what to do, if anything,
about him missing practices. I couldn't get mad at him because he just got mad,
too.
“Hey, babe, do you want to go home?” He had that look in his
eyes that drove me crazy. I was going to have to deal with this one way or
another, but right now I just wanted him inside me.
“Yes, I do.”
“What do you say about sleeping at my place tonight? Maybe
we can cook some dinner and watch a movie.”
“Sure, that sounds great.”
He frowned. “Is everything okay, love? You seem a little
down.”
He was perceptive, too, not just gorgeous. But now was
clearly not the time to get into things. Maybe before we watched the movie I
could sit him down and reason with him.
“No, I'm okay. Just a little tired, that's all.”
“Okay, let's get you back to my place, then.”
He put his arm around me as we headed back to his car.
Chapter Ten
We hung out for the rest of the day at Bennett's apartment.
We watched some sports, talked, and cuddled throughout the day. I was looking
at a recipe book I had found in his apartment trying to decide what we should
make for dinner that evening. Bennett had made me some tea and I was sipping it
as I flipped through the pages. I was thinking of making some pasta, but
worried that it was too heavy after our lunch of lamb.
“Hey, baby, what are you doing?”
“Trying to figure out what you should cook me for dinner.”
“Oh, is that right? So what did you come up with?” he asked
with a laugh.
“I'm thinking pasta.”
“That sounds fantastic, and you can have whatever you want
– even a pasta cooking baseball player.”
I giggled. “Well, that sounds good to me.”
He kissed me on the mouth and I felt heat radiate throughout
my body. Oh those kisses! His tongue found mine and there was that electricity.
He moaned.
“Actually, I think I'm going to have dessert first.”
“Me, too,” I giggled.
He grabbed my hand and led me to his bedroom. We barely got
through the door before we started ripping off our clothes.
His kisses were deep and almost desperate, his tongue
seeking mine out. I ached so badly for him. His lips kissed and kissed again
never wanting to leave my lips. My body was on fire and I was breathless with
anticipation. I clung to him, my body hungry for his. He nipped at my