Page 109 of On His Team

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were going to.”

“No.”

“You absolutely were.”

He kisses the same spot again.

My knees become significantly less reliable.

“Rowan.”

“Yeah?”

I pull his face back to mine.

“Bed.”

That gets his attention. His eyes flick toward it and then return to me.

I immediately hear how that sounded. “I mean—”

“I know what you meant.”

“Do you?”

He pauses and the corner of his mouth lifts. “No.”

I laugh and shove him.

He catches my wrists, still laughing, and backs toward the bed until he sits on the edge. I end up between his knees.

For one second, I just stand there.

Rowan looks up at me. That does something entirely different. He’s usually above me. Taller. Bigger. Always making me tip my head backward when we talk too close.

Now he’s sitting and I’m standing between his legs, and the change in angle gives me a strange little rush of confidence. I put my hands on his shoulders.

He waits. Doesn’t pull. Doesn’t assume. So I climb onto his lap. His hands catch my waist immediately. My knees settle on either side of his thighs, and the position puts us almost eye level.

“Okay,” I say.

He smiles. “What?”

“I’m collecting information.”

“About?”

I shift slightly on his lap. His jaw tightens. That answers the question for me.

“Stuff.”

“G.”

I grin.

I found something.