Hero: Rafe. A lothario minor league baseball player about to be called up to the majors any day now.  Gorgeous, sexy, and very talented, he wants to play ball with a certain female but she isn’t sure she’s ready for what she is sure will only be a passing fling.

Heroine: Alice.  A geeky pilot who is addicted to googling random facts and just moved to town. Raised by a very restrictive  mother, she is determined to explore her new found freedom in every possible way. She wants Rafe as much as he wants her but he needs to prove to her that she is anything but minor in his life.

I was rec’d this book by a friend and decided to give it a try once after I was told the humor and romance was outstanding and unique. And she was right. I don’t think I have laughed this hard over a book in a long time. So thank you, Has from The Bookpushers. You rock

Two hours in and I’d heard nothing but chopping and a repetitive “hmm” come out of her mouth and had yet to see her for more than a minute in the baseball covered apron and nothing else. I was pretty sure she had Googled “how to be a hot as fuck girlfriend” or something of that nature. That or she’d recently dined at a Japanese steakhouse and decided it was her next venture. Either way, the menu seemed seriously fucking complicated.

Another loud clack had me turning in my chair to look back at her. Over the counter between us, she pressed her lips together to keep from laughing.

“Seriously, woman,” I grumbled until I saw the hint of a nipple peeking out of the side of her tiny apron. She followed my eyes and repositioned it.

“Dessert comes later.”

“Dinner is loud.”

“Fine, I’ll wait for your game to end,” she grumbled as her head disappeared and she began to rummage beneath my sink through the cabinet.

“What are you looking for?”

“Found it!” Seconds later, a pristine ass was on full display next to the TV as she began to dust my bookshelves with a rag in one hand and some Pledge in the other. I was sure then it was Google. I was sure she’d typed in “five ways to keep your man rock hard all day.”

Objection popped into my head along the lines of “she didn’t have to go there with cleaning,” but nothing came out as I studied the curve of her tan legs up to the gradual, creamy white at the tops of her thighs. The back of the apron covered only a quarter inch of skin just above her ass. My eyes moved up to the small of her back and drifted to her delicate neck. Seconds was all it took for me to become fully hard as I dropped my glove in the newspaper basket next to my chair. She bent over slightly as she worked her way down the shelves.

“You never dust. Seriously, do you have any idea what this is?” She peeked over her shoulder as her eyes condemned me. “Its dead skin and a million other disgusting things. And where are your books, Rafe?” She continued as she picked up random memorabilia off my shelf and wiped it with the rag.

The game went to commercial and an ad came on with some cheesy pop song. Alice wiggled her ass a bit and my whole body tensed. Hell bent on being inside of her in seconds, I frowned as the commercial went off and her ass stilled. I reached over for my cell phone, completely stupefied with a million scenarios of how this would play out. I hit the shuffle button and The Weeknd chimed on with “Often”. I muted the TV and turned up the volume. Alice froze, and I waited with a wolf grin.

Another look over her shoulder showed the evidence of her embarrassment. She looked so perfect in that fucking apron and it was all I could do to keep seated. Our eyes locked, and I pushed my chin out in challenge and encouragement. She blew out a breath and kept my gaze then began to slightly move her hips. I licked my lips and scraped the bottom with my teeth with another nudge in her direction as I scanned her. Ridding herself of the rag and polish, she giggled and turned to face the bookshelf, palms flat and began…to blow my fucking mind. I watched her pump her plump ass in perfect sync with the beat. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life. I released the button on my jeans and slid the zipper down as she pushed her ass away from the shelf and bent over completely, dangling it in front of me while still keeping time. I was about to reward her for her good rhythm with some of my own.

She slowly lifted, stood and turned to look at me. Her jaw dropped as she watched me stroke my cock. I fisted it hard and slow as she continued to move and slid her hands over her body in a sexy caress. I stroked harder as she worked herself into a full on sexual tease. “Don’t stop,” I gritted out as I pumped, hell bent on not losing my shit before I had a chance to get inside of her.

She worked her body into a sweat and stole every glance back at me she could. Determined to ruin me, she gripped the sides of the bookcase and bent her body backward in a roll. I saw her eyes widen as she screamed out in surprise as the bookcase began to fall. I was out of my seat in seconds, but I was too late. Alice was buried beneath it and my dick went instantly limp as my heart tried to break through my chest. I pulled the case away as I scanned her from head to toe. “Fuck, fuck,” I cradled her head as she looked up at me with wide eyes. Seconds passed as I surveyed her body and asked her if she was in any pain. Her face twisted as I looked on and she began to laugh hysterically. I let out a harsh breath and cradled the back of her head in my hands.

After a solid minute of her laughter, she only slowed to scold me again. “If you would’ve had some books on it, bonehead athlete, it wouldn’t have fallen…and I may have just peed a little.” I chuckled as I scooted to lay next to her on the carpet.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” she whispered over to me. “God, that would have been some good sex.”
“Oh,” I assured her as I studied her escaped nipple and ran the pad of my finger over it. “We’re still having it.”

“Meh, I’m not feeling it anymore,” she said as she wrinkled her nose. I pulled her to me and looked down at her as we shared a smile. “What am I going to do with you?”

She looked back at me with hopeful eyes. “Everything?”