“It feels good.” She’d need to do her warm-down and strengthening exercises to keep it healthy, but her knee didn’t feel tight. “You took the goal well.”
“Had to. Like I said—I couldn’t waste an incredible pass like that.” In the darkness of the tunnel, Lia’s eyes twinkled.
Erin hoped she could sense how her words stroked Erin’s ego. “What are you doing tonight?”
“Not sure. Might go out with some of the girls. Celebrate our win with a few drinks.”
Erin tried not to let her disappointment show.
“Unless…” Lia tucked her hands behind her back. “You can make me a better offer.”
If they were alone—truly alone, with no risk of being discovered—Erin would reach out and tug Lia close, and remind her exactly what Erin had to offer. A part of her was tempted to risk it anyway when Lia’s gaze met her own, restless energy searching for an outlet. A challenge stared back at her.
Well, two could play at that game. “I don’t want to take you away from your friends. Enjoy your drinks.” Erin made to move past Lia—and smirked when a hand closed around her wrist, trapping her in place.
“When do you want me?”
Right now, preferably. “Swing by when you get home.”
“Okay.” Lia squeezed her wrist once before releasing her grip. “I’ll see you later.”
Already, Erin couldn’t wait.
Chapter 17
Erin’s mouth was on hers the second Lia stepped inside Erin’s apartment.
Her back collided with the closed front door, Erin’s hands curling around her hips and trapping Lia in place. Not that she minded. How could she when Erin kissed her with such ferocity? As if it had been years since their last meeting instead of two days?
Lia had felt the ache of those two days, too. Seeing Erin in training next to her on the pitch and not being able to react, not being able to reach out and touch her, had been torture. Second-guessing every word that came out her mouth, not wanting to make it obvious that their relationship had evolved, was already so difficult. How was she going to manage the rest of the season?
But, oh, it was all worth it for the hot slide of Erin’s mouth against the side of her neck, the graze of her teeth against Lia’s pulse point before they sank into the flesh of her shoulder, the sting soon soothed by the swipe of Erin’s tongue.
“Are you always like this after a game?” Lia’s words came out breathless; her heart thundered in her ears. Though she’d knocked on Erin’s door a mere minute ago, she was already wet.
Had been since she’d grasped Erin’s wrist in the tunnel and felt the thrum of Erin’s pulse beneath her fingertips.
“Am I always like what?” Erin lifted her head from Lia’s collarbones, her eyes dark.
Lia draped her arms over Erin’s shoulders and brushed a hand through Erin’s short hair, soft following her post-match shower. “Needy.”
Leaning closer, Erin pressed her thigh between Lia’s legs.
Lia couldn’t help the rock of her hips against the pressure, lips parting in a gasp.
“Looks like I’m not the needy one.”
Lia laughed, scratching her nails along the back of Erin’s neck just to see her eyelids flutter. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“I told you.” Erin’s mouth returned to her neck, settling at the spot beneath Lia’s ear that made her knees weak. “This is new to me. But I do get restless after a game—win or lose. This seemed a good way to release all that energy.”
Lia had to agree. But then, if it kept Erin’s tongue swirling over her skin, she’d agree to anything.
“Now, do you want to talk”—Erin gripped her hips, encouraging a slow grind against her flexed thigh—“or do you want to fuck?”
“Why not both?”
Erin stopped, pinning Lia’s hips to the door and lifting her mouth away from Lia’s neck. Lia’s clit throbbed, protesting the sudden loss of friction. To have Erin so close but not touching her was maddening.
