Eager to oblige, Erin slipped a hand between their sweat-slick bodies. A few circles of Lia’s clit and she was crying out, nails biting into Erin’s shoulders as she rode the wave. Erin had never seen a more perfect sight than the flush on Lia’s cheeks, the way her teeth snared her bottom lip to quiet her moans.
Once Lia’s thighs had stopped quaking, Erin dropped her hand, returning to Lia’s hips and smoothing her thumbs over the ridge of her pelvis.
“I love you.” The words slipped from her mouth before she could bite them back—but as Lia’s eyes blinked open, widening as she stared back at her, Erin knew in her soul that they were true.
Somehow, impossibly, she had fallen in love with this beautiful, perfect, infuriating football player.
And saying it out loud didn’t terrify her.
“I love you, too.”
And hearing it back?
That made her heart soar.
“Question.” A teasing smile pulled at Lia’s lips. “Would you have said that if we hadn’t won the league today?”
Erin laughed. “Depends how grumpy I was about it. But it wouldn’t have changed the way I feel about you.”
“Good.” Lia leaned down, the toy still inside her, groaning at the feeling as she brushed their lips together. “Now, can I show you just how much I love you? And how appreciative I am for your excellent passing today?” Her hands roamed, cupping Erin’s breasts.
Her back arching into Lia’s touch, Erin nodded. “I think that can be arranged.”
* * *
“Wow.” Lia’s eyes widened when Erin opened her front door. “You clean up nice.”
The blue pinstripe suit pants were tailored, hugging her hips. Her matching blazer was unbuttoned, revealing a pressed white shirt that had a plunging neckline to show off the curves of her breasts and the sharp lines of her collarbones.
“So do you.” Erin ran her own appreciative gaze over Lia’s body, taking in the blue dress she’d bought especially for the occasion—tight to her waist, off the shoulder and backless, making it obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra.
It wasn’t something she’d usually wear, but the thought of Erin’s expression when she got her first look at Lia wearing it had made her pull it off the rack.
And the way Erin’s eyes darkened right now as her tongue ran along her bottom lip? So worth it.
“You look amazing. If there’s an award for best dressed tonight, you’re taking it home.”
Lia wasn’t so sure that would be a category at Albion’s end-of-season awards night but appreciated the sentiment all the same. “Thank you.” She offered her cheek for Erin to kiss, not wanting to risk smudging her painted red lips. “Shall we?”
Closing the door of her apartment behind her, Erin slipped her arm through Lia’s as they walked to the lift.
“Are you sure you want to turn up together?” Lia asked once they were on the way to the lobby.
“Yes. It makes sense—we live in the same building.”
“Still. People might talk. I’ve heard a few rumours about us lately.” Whispers around the changing room and in training. Nothing to Lia’s face, but enough for her to suspect someone, somewhere along the way, had seen them being too familiar with one another.
But they’d made it almost to the end of the season without anyone else noticing. Only one game—the FA Cup final against, of course, Wanderers—loomed a week away.
Managing to keep their relationship—their love—a secret for six weeks was an achievement, right?
“Lia.” Erin stopped her from stepping outside to where the waiting car was idling with a hand on her waist. “Stop worrying. I don’t care.”
“Don’t care about the rumours? Or don’t care what other people think?”
“Both.”
She wasn’t quick enough to hide her frown.
