Stepping between her legs, I cup her arse and pull her towards me to grind my hardening cock against her legging-clad pussy. “Careful, or you’re going to get yourself into trouble.”
Leni leans in and licks the seam of my mouth. “Promise?”
With a groan and inhuman strength, I wrench myself away from her and resume preparing our meal. While I cook, she asks me specifics about today’s game, and it feels weirdly domesticated. I can totally envision coming home from work to her and chatting about our day.
“Have you heard from Luca since he left?” she asks, and my eyes snap up to her.
“I didn’t know you knew him,” I say carefully, an unreasonable surge of jealousy slinking through me.
She nods. “He’s dating my best friend, Willow.”
“His stepsister?” I ask, unable to hide the surprise in my voice. I’m not a huge fan of George Whitford and avoidedhim where I could, but I remember the quiet blonde from the time George ambushed me outside the stadium after a home game a year or so ago. “He kept that quiet.”
Leni winces. “They… met, for lack of a better word, at Euphoria on one of the masked nights about eight months ago,” she explains. “But they, uh, didn’t realise they knew each other until Luca found out he was leaving. He invited her to go with him.”
Oh, shit. How had I not heard about that? It seems the club is a breeding ground for taboo relationships. Not that I’m judging. I wouldn’t change a thing.
The sweet potatoes start to boil over, distracting us from our conversation, and I refocus my attention on the stove. Once the vegetables and sauce are done, I carefully sear the steak, only a few minutes on each side, before plating up.
Leni disappears into the bedroom to put away her notebook and grab a hoodie, and I pour two glasses of wine. When she returns, I offer her one, but she smiles and shakes her head.
“I don’t drink.”
My eyes widen, but I don’t say anything as I leave both the untouched glasses on the sink and sit next to her at the island bench.
“How did I not know that about you? I just assumed…” My brow furrows. “I bought you a drink at Euphoria. Not that it matters. You just continue to surprise me, little devil.”
“Water with lime,” she explains, her shoulder lifting in a half-hearted shrug. “Diego looks after me. I drank at a couple of parties when I was a teenager, but I didn’t like theway it made me feel… The loss of control, I guess. I don’t know.”
I sense there’s more to it, but I don’t push.
“Are you sure you’re only twenty-two?” I tease instead, reaching over to squeeze her waist.
She smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Is my age an issue?”
“No,” I tell her without hesitation. It might make things more challenging, but it doesn’t bother me. With a small grin, I throw her own words back at her. “Age is just a number.”
Leni swats my chest playfully. “Watch it.”
I catch her hand, pinning it against my body. With my free hand, I tilt her chin up so I can brush my lips over hers. “Your age honestly doesn’t bother me, Leni. Does it bother you?”
She shakes her head, her bright blue gaze searching mine. “Can I ask you something?”
“Always.”
“Why did you invite me here?”
“I wanted to spend time with you.”
“Good answer.” Her lips tug up as she kisses me, soft and slow.
Our tongues meet, and as always, it sends an electric current through me. This woman has me wrapped around her finger, but instead of getting carried away and deepening the kiss, I gently pull away and rest my forehead against hers.
“Eat before it goes cold. We’ve got plenty of time for that later.”
Leni pouts before picking up her cutlery and taking herfirst bite of the steak. The sinful sound that slips from her mouth almost has me reconsidering. My dick strains uncomfortably against my pants.
“Oh my God, Ethan,” she moans. “This is incredible.”
