“Believe me, I was surprised, too.”
“I can imagine.” Together, they turned to look back toward their table.
Isobel and Jessica were chatting, while Lia and Maisie played a game on Maisie’s phone. Lia had fit in, effortlessly, and having all of her favourite people all together in one place made Erin flood with warmth.
“Shall we get going? You and Lia have had an exciting day—I’m sure you’re eager to get back home to rest.”
Erin was eager for a great many things when she got back home, but rest was far from the top of the list. Throughout dinner, Lia’s hand had sat high on her thigh beneath the table, the warm weight of it maddening.
Back at their table, they gathered the others and said their goodbyes, promising to meet up one evening after training. Erin called an Uber, letting out a heavy breath once she and Lia were safely settled in the back seat on their way home.
“How awful was that?” she asked once they were on their way.
“It was fine.” Lia’s hand was back on her thigh, tracing the inseam of her jeans.
“You don’t have to lie to me.”
“I’m not. They were lovely, and I had a good night.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Lia trailed her finger higher, teasing the zipper of her jeans. “It’s been a good day in general.”
“Has it?” Affected by the press of Lia’s touch, Erin’s voice turned breathy. Her thighs spread automatically. “And why’s that?”
“Well.” She leaned closer, her breath hot on Erin’s neck, but kept a careful few centimetres of space between her lips and Erin’s skin. “I scored a few goals. I got another player-of-the-match award. And, oh yeah, I won my second trophy of the season. And now I’m going home with the hottest woman on the team, and I’m going to let her take one of the toys out of her bedside table and fuck me with it until I forget my own name.”
“Fuck.”
Lia’s chuckle was low and dirty and made Erin’s stomach drop. She glanced out of the window, frustrated to see they were still a few minutes away from their building. If they were alone…
“You’re going to pay for this later.”
“Is that a promise?” Lia glanced toward the front seat.
The driver was tapping their fingers on the steering wheel, AirPods in both ears, and having an animated conversation in German. Apparently deciding they were suitably distracted, Lia cupped between Erin’s thighs, the heel of her hand pressing hard against her clit.
Erin’s breath stuttered out of her, her hips rocking forward—she whined when Lia pulled her hand away. “It is now.”
“I look forward to it.” Lia leaned away, adopting an air of nonchalance—but Erin knew her well enough by now to see straight through it. Her eyes were dark, her pupils blown wide, her breaths ragged. The pulse in her neck pounded.
But Erin was hardly in any better shape: Molten fire spread through her veins, growing with each beat of her heart, each throb of her clit, desperate for Lia’s touch. By the time they arrived at their destination, she was aching, seizing Lia’s hand and all but dragging her through the lobby.
“Someone’s eager,” she said as Erin stabbed her thumb on the lift’s call button.
“You have no idea.” The second she’d pressed the button for her floor and the doors to the thankfully empty car closed on them, Erin pounced, backing Lia against the glass and kissing her senseless.
She didn’t care if anyone saw them stumble down the hallway, or glimpsed her pressing Lia against the wall beside her flat door. All she cared about was Lia—the intoxicating heat of her, the taste of her, the needy moans Erin could drag out of her with a single kiss.
Finally, she fumbled open her front door and steered Lia inside, her hands on Lia’s hips. On the way to her bedroom, she paused—briefly—to scratch Gerrard’s head as they passed, before she was distracted by Lia’s wandering hands.
Eager fingers pushed Erin’s jacket from her shoulders and tugged at the hem of her shirt. By the time Erin had closed her bedroom door behind her, both of them were in their underwear, a trail of clothes left behind in their wake.
Lia settled onto the bed, wearing a black lace bra and matching underwear, a set Erin hadn’t seen before. It made her mouth water. “Did you wear those just for me?”
“Yes. Do you like them?”
“I’d be an idiot if I didn’t.” Erin shuffled out of her sports bra and boy shorts—she hadn’t dressed up for Lia—before covering Lia’s body with her own. She groaned at the feeling of finally being skin-on-skin. “You were amazing today.” She breathed the words against Lia’s mouth before kissing her, hot and hard, determined to show her how amazing.
