Page 128 of On His Team

When I stop for half a second to adjust my hand, her eyes open immediately.

“Why’d you stop?”

“Do you like it?”

She chuckles. “I like you.”

I glance at her naked body, feeling hard all over again. “Fuck.”

I replace my fingers with my mouth, and Gianna makes a sound loud enough that her hand flies over her mouth.

I look up, licking her. Her eyes are huge. Then she starts moaning behind her palm.

“Oh my fucking God,” she cries, panting. “Rowan.”

I pull back just a little. “You’re loud.”

I dive back in, and the sound she makes is even louder. Her fingers slide into my hair. Her thighs tighten around my shoulders, loosen, then tighten again, and I know she’s close before she says anything because her whole body changes.

“Don’t stop,” she whimpers.

I don’t.

Her fingers tighten hard in my hair, and then she comes.

For a second she goes completely still, then her legs shake around me and her breathing breaks apart into a long, sweet moan.

I stay where I am until she pushes weakly at my forehead.

“Okay.”

I sit back.

Gianna is breathing hard with both hands covering her face.

I stand between her knees, and I’m so fucking hard that it hurts.

She slowly lowers them. I grab my pants when she sees my erection.

“That was…” she says out of breath.

Her eyes narrow as I tuck my dick into my pants and zip them up.

I grin at her.

She kicks me lightly with one socked foot.

I lean in and kiss her.

We stay in the kitchen for a while after that. Not doing anything else. I thought once we started, the whole night would be about sex. Instead, Gianna ends up sitting on the counter in her sweatshirt and underwear while I stand between her knees, and somehow we spend ten minutes arguing about whether Stanley could survive a week without ordering food.

“He could,” I tell her.

“No.”

I nod. “He cooks. He can make eggs.”

She deadpans, “Everyone can make eggs.”