Page 91 of On Her Team
His stomach growls in response.
“You are hungry.”
He shrugs. “I missed dessert last night. And I didn’t get my midnight snack.”
I lift an eyebrow. “You didn’t?”
His cock hardens and lengthens against me. “I might need another taste of that particular midnight snack.”
I shiver. He can snack on me whenever he wants. His stomach rumbles again. I’ll have to wait.
“Let’s get you fed before your stomach eats itself.”
He kisses my nose. “I’ll make you breakfast.”
My mouth gapes open. “You’re going to cook?”
“Don’t look so surprised. I’ve cooked you pasta before.”
I snort. “Anyone can cook pasta and heat up a jar of sauce. It’s not difficult.”
“Are you challenging me? How do you feel about chocolate chip pancakes?”
Now, it’s my stomach’s turn to growl. He chuckles before launching himself off me. He bends over to pick up a pair of shorts from the floor, and his ass bunches with the movement.
Damn. His muscles are lean and defined. And I got to touch every single one last night. My fingers tingle with the need to touch again. Who knows when I’ll get another chance? After all, he’s leaving at the end of the summer. At which point, he’ll—
Nope. I stop those thoughts before they can materialize. I search for a subject – any subject – to get my mind off the future.
“Hold on. How are you going to make chocolate chip pancakes? Your suite only has a microwave.”
“Look around, songbird. We’re not in my suite.”
I scan the room to discover he’s right. This isn’t his suite. “Why did you move rooms?”
“I moved into one of the chalets for you.”
“For me?”
“The chalets are private. You can walk to your car without bumping into anyone. I don’t want you to be embarrassed if someone catches you walking out of my suite.”
I bristle. “I’m not embarrassed.”
He crosses his arms over his chest and I have to force myself to keep my gaze on his face. His muscles are entirely too distracting.
“And your face wasn’t bright red the morning I escorted you to my SUV to pick up Otis from jail either.”
I tilt my chin up. “Maybe I was worried about Otis.”
He chuckles. “Get dressed. I’ll get started on breakfast.”
I wait until he’s gone to hop out of bed. I grab my clothes and make my way to the bathroom. I freeze at the entrance. This isn’t a bathroom. It’s a spa. The bathtub is big enough for two people, and the shower could probably fit Gage’s entire team in it.
I force myself out of my stupor and make quick work of getting dressed. I dig around in the drawer of the vanity to discover extra toothbrushes, facial cleaning wipes, lotion, shampoo… pretty much every beauty product in existence.
I finish and make my way out of the bedroom into the main area of the chalet. I didn’t notice much of it last night. But now I take my time looking around. There’s a patio door to an outside area, which has a hot tub. There’s also a full living room with a television bigger than most movie screens.
“This place is amazing. How much are you paying for it?” I ask when I reach the open kitchen area.
