She studies me for a second, then turns back to the screen.
I shift in the chair, my thigh pressing between hers more firmly this time. She inhales, just barely, but her hands don’t stop moving.
“You’re distracting me,” she whispers.
“Doesn’t look like it’s affecting you too much. You’re still winning.”
She takes out Owen’s character next. I can almost picture him in his room across the hallway, swearing at his TV.
I can’t help but smile. “He’s never gonna let this go when I tell him.”
She tilts her head slightly, eyes still on the screen. “You didn’t think I could?”
“I should’ve known never to underestimate you.”
There’s something about watching her like this. All focused and competitive, but in a way that doesn’t feel forced. She’s not trying to prove anything.
My mouth brushes along the side of her neck, and she tenses right as my phone vibrates again.
I ignore it.
I let my hand slide slowly along her hips, then lower. She shifts in my lap, grinding her ass against me. It’s enough to make the move feel intentional.
“Cooper,” she breathes, but it doesn’t sound like a warning.
“Keep playing,” I urge her.
Her breathing changes, but her thumbs keep moving.
She clears another level as my hand slips beneath the hem of her shirt, my hands cool against her heated skin.
Her thumbs slip for a second on the controller, but she recovers quickly.
“You’re beating all of them.” I snicker.
She smiles faintly. “Maybe they’re just not as good as you think.”
My hands settle on her hips, guiding her as I grind beneath her. She exhales softly, her body trembling as it moves with mine.
“You’re not playing fair,” she whispers.
I let my hand move lower, slipping beneath the waistband of the sweatpants she changed into before we left her place. Thistime, I move slowly enough that she has time to stop me if she wants.
She doesn’t, though.
Her thumbs falter for a second on the controller, but she recovers quickly.
“Whose team are you on here?” she says, almost breathless.
I smirk. “Yours, always yours,” I murmur, my mouth tracing a path along her neck to her ear.
She swallows and keeps going.
Another vibration follows from the desk behind us, but nothing could pull me away from her now.
Not with Brinley warm in my lap, focused on the screen, pretending like she isn’t shifting restlessly from the way my hand moves beneath the hem of her sweatshirt.
She clears the next level.
