Calling It Read Online Free

had the sense he’d taken her by surprise. There was a hitch in her voice when she told him, “I’ve missed you, too. Love you, Nate. I’ll text you a time for tomorrow.”
    “Sounds good.” The fact that he was suddenly looking forward to mucking out stalls was frightening. “Love you, too.”
    It wasn’t until Nate looked down to turn off the phone that he remembered where he was—that the woman who lived here was down the hall. Hell, she’d probably barricaded herself in the bathroom in order to keep a locked door between her and the stranger who’d barged in on her in the middle of the night.
    And ate her dinner , he thought with a quiet laugh.
    He’d give her back her phone and let her know he was leaving. Nowhere to stay, but he had a very expensive tiny car he could sleep in.
    He found her in the bedroom, changing the sheets, which he would have told her she didn’t have to do if his heart hadn’t just lodged itself directly into his throat, cutting off any possibility of speech. Her pajama pants and T-shirt weren’t nearly as revealing as the robe had been, but her bending over the bed and straightening out the corner stirred up something deep inside of him. And now the only thing running through his mind was how soft her hair would be when he wrapped it around his hand; how warm and wet she’d be when he buried himself inside her.
    “Christ, woman,” he groaned. He grabbed the doorjamb above his head and he clutched it so hard he practically splintered the wood.
    She gasped as she straightened up and spun around, her hand flying to her chest. “I was...I was just...”
    She bit her lip and sank down until she was sitting on the edge of the bed. Her eyes met his, and he had to tell himself he couldn’t take her right here. He needed to focus on climbing out of this hole—he didn’t have the time to fall further in, no matter how enjoyable that might be.
    But he couldn’t look away.
    Her eyes were a deep dark brown, the same color as the hair piled on top of her head. He wanted to trace the golden skin along her collarbone to the hollow of her throat, wanted his tongue on every part of her. And the glasses she now wore almost undid him.
    If she’d been wearing those with the robe? When she’d hiked that bat up over her shoulder?
    Holy. Shit . Turned out he liked a woman who would take him on without even blinking an eye. Who knew?
    He especially liked it when her interested gaze traveled down his chest, past his waist... He liked it too much, actually. Only the quickly summoned thought of David Ortiz slamming into him at home plate stopped him from embarrassing himself in a way he hadn’t since he was practically a kid.
    Even that almost wasn’t enough when she said, “I, um, changed the sheets. So you can take the bed.”
    All control vanished as the words just came pouring out of his mouth. “The only way I take the bed is if I take you in it with me.”
    His heart nearly raced its way out of his chest in the seconds before she replied, “I bet you say that to all the girls.” Laughter danced in her eyes and a wicked grin came over her face when her eyes again dropped to his cock and then quickly came back up. She bit her bottom lip before whispering, “Hungry?”
    Miguel Cabrera. Adrian Beltre. Derek fucking Jeter.
    He gripped the doorjamb tighter.
    “I could eat,” he answered as evenly as he could manage.
    For a moment they just stayed where they were, staring.
    When she stood and walked toward him, he almost blinked. This was a dream. It had to be. Or some elaborate setup that Pete had come up with in order to get Nate’s mind off everything else. Put this fantasy of a woman in front of him—feisty and looking so innocent and cute while she offered up anything he wanted to take—until he was so goddamn spent he could finally get over himself and start living his life again.
    Except then she brushed past him as she walked out of the room, pausing only to whisper into his ear,