Rosalie's Player(8)

By: Ella Jade

“I did.” A nervous giggle escaped her lips. If he only knew the real reason she came to Rhode Island. It had nothing to do with finding herself, and everything to do with the complicated, irritatingly crass, sexy, irresistible man sitting next to her. “I like baseball.”

“Hmm.” He leaned back in his chair. “I think you like baseball players.”

“You might be right.”

“So, we gonna pick up where we left off?” He traced a circle over the back of her hand before taking it in his. “I think I’d like that.” When he brought her knuckles to his mouth a quick shiver ran down her spine.

“Where did we leave off?” She glanced down at his mouth on her hand. “Exactly?” Stay focused. Don’t let this man reduce you to a groupie. He has enough of those.

“Why don’t you let me take you home and refresh your memory?”

“As enticing as that sounds I think I’m going to have to pass.” She wasn’t going to let his smooth tongue persuade her. No matter how tempting he was. She’d been in town half a day. If she gave in now, he’d be done with her and she’d be miserable. That would make for a very long summer.

“Why?” He let go of her hand and rested it in his lap, so close to his... “What’s the problem?”

“I’m not looking for a one-night stand.”

“Who said it has to be one night?” He twisted his fingers in her hair and guided her mouth to his. “It could be more than one night.” He brushed his lips across hers, making her forget they were in a crowded bar. “Do you think about that night at the cottage? How I made you feel?”

She nodded, her body a quivering mess of arousal and adrenaline.

“You got inside my head.” His warm breath floated across her lips. “That never happens. I tried to push you out, and I did a good job too.”

“And now?” She couldn’t stop focusing on his mouth, remembering how forceful his kiss was. The sting of his eagerness lasted for hours, leaving a memorable impression. One that sent her running straight back to the source as soon as she could. “Are you still doing a good job?”

“What do you think?” He tightened the grip on her hair as he pressed his mouth to hers. The impact excited her. The way he wasn’t ashamed to show his raw need did things to her. Things she’d never experienced except one time. That cold night in January. The night she regretted sending him away.

The kiss deepened fast, spiraling out of control before she could rein it in. His free hand was now in her lap, hidden below the table as he snaked it under her skirt. The darkness of the corner they sat in concealed them from prying eyes. No one paid them any attention, but the thrill of knowing people could watch them fueled her lust for him as she scooted to the front of the chair, forcing his hand even further up her tiny skirt. What had gotten into her? Why did she encourage him?

As his tongue meshed with hers, he explored her upper thigh with his fingers, inching closer to her...

“Rosalie.” When Sage cleared her throat Rosalie jumped back.


“I didn’t see you come in,” she managed to breathe out, the embarrassment heating the back of her neck.

“I guess not.” She smiled and then looked at Holt. “Nice pitching tonight.”

“Thanks.” He finished Rosalie’s beer before hopping off the bar stool. “I’m gonna go hang out with the guys. I’ll see you around.”

“Okay.” Rosalie watched as he strolled across the restaurant and back to the bar area. What did he mean by ‘see you around’? Had she inspired him with that kiss? Did he think they were going to pick up where they left things at the cottage?

“What’s up?” Sage asked as she took a seat.

“Not too much.”

“Hmm...” Sage glanced in Holt’s direction.


“Wasn’t it just six hours ago that you told me you weren’t interested in Holt? That you didn’t come to Kingston for him?”

“I didn’t.”

“Things looked hot a few seconds ago. How’d that happen so fast?”

“He makes me crazy.” Rosalie adjusted her skirt. “I promised myself I wouldn’t get sucked into his good looks and raw magnetism, but when I’m around him I can’t control it.”

“You and every other girl.” Sage laughed. “He’s a wild one. He may not be able to settle down any time soon.”

“Who said he has to settle down?”

Sage tapped her fingers on the worn wood of the table, waiting for Rosalie to give it up.