Page 109 of On Her Team
“You know I want you. You can see I do.”
Her eyes drop to my cock and she licks her lips. “Indeed.”
“Addy, I’m serious. I’m not having sex with you tonight. You’re injured.”
She punches the sofa. “Are you kidding me? I’ve seen you get hit worse in a practice game.”
“I’m trained to take hits. You’re not.”
She narrows her eyes. “Are you saying I’m weak because I’m a woman?”
I throw my hands in the air and back up a few steps. “I never said anything about you being weak. You’re one of the strongest women I know. You basically work three jobs but you never complain about how tired you are. Never complain about how hard it is.”
“Wrong. I complain about how hard it is to deal with my siblings all the time.”
“The siblings whom you clearly love and would do anything for.”
“I wouldn’t say anything.”
“Songbird, you literally won’t leave Smuggler’s Hideaway so you can continue to care for them.”
She grunts and stands. “If you’re going to harp at me about not moving and we’re not having sex, I’m going home.”
I lift an eyebrow. “You’re going home wearing a sweatshirt?”
She pushes the fabric down. “It falls practically to my knees.”
“You’re going to walk home?”
“It’s not far.”
I prowl toward her. “You are not walking home with an injured leg. The point is mute anyway. You’re not going anywhere.”
She pokes me in the chest. “You’re being annoying.”
I capture her hand and place it against my heart. It only recently started beating normally after watching her collapse.
“Songbird, you’re injured. It’s my honor to protect you until you’re healed. Even if it is from yourself.”
“I barely got hit.”
I grit my teeth. “You collapsed.”
“Sweetheart.” She palms my cheeks. “I didn’t collapse. I fell because I overestimated my strength. I got caught up in the game.”
I want to argue with her but I have more important things to discuss. Such as how this is the first time she addressed me with an endearment.
“Say it again,” I grumble.
“I didn’t collapse. I—”
“No. The first part.”
Her brow wrinkles. “Sweetheart?”
I wrap my arms around her and drag her close until her body slams into mine. My lips capture hers and she opens on a moan. I sink my tongue into her mouth. Her taste hits me and I forget about her injury – how her leg is bruised.
I lift her up and she winds her legs around my waist. My cock presses against my zipper – eager to sink into her heat. I sit on the sofa with her straddling me. She moans. She loves this position.
