Page 42 of Take Her On

“Are you ticklish?” she asked, with far too much glee.

“No.” She wrapped a protective arm over her torso, and Jamie laughed.

“Noted.”

She took Maya’s dark nipple into her mouth, lapping with her tongue in circles. Fuck. When she teased the other with her fingertips, Maya reached out to grab her bum. She needed something to squeeze and anchor her in the moment, something physical to push away the nagging doubts at the edge of her mind. She wasn’t used to this. This felt different.

She could tell by the way Jamie touched her, her hands caressing her olive skin like they were uncovering new, untouched lands. Jamie looked—really looked—when others didn’t, and it terrified her.

Because what did she see?

Jamie’s gaze found hers, perhaps sensing her unease. The sight of her big blue eyes, her tongue flicking over Maya’s nipple, made her curse out loud.

That pleased her.

Jamie practically leaped up Maya’s body to press her lips to hers. Her fingers still played with her nipple, making Maya groan when she pulled a little harder. Then Jamie dipped to kiss her neck again, revisiting those spots that made her knees weak like she’d committed them to memory. It unsettled her how she’d found them with such ease. How eager Maya’s body was to give in to her.

Maya pushed the thoughts away and pulled Jamie closer so that her nakedness was flush against the material of her trousers. The contact made her gasp. Yes. This was what she needed. To fuck and be fucked. To stop fighting these feelings.

But something at the edge of her mind was trying to rein her back in. Thoughts of Jamie, of how much Maya was into this, of the implications for the team. Maya forced them away. She was fed up with being on all the time; she didn’t want to think.

Jamie trailed biting kisses up her neck, digging her fingers into the soft skin of her back. She sucked hard, earning a moan.

“I’ve been thinking about this,” Jamie whispered against her neck. “I want to take my time with you.”

That surprised her. Had Jamie guessed this would happen between them? Wait. What time even is it?

Her heart raced in her chest, but everything started to fade back in at the edges. The bare white walls, Jamie’s navy bedsheets, the pile of books on the table.

She didn’t want them to. She wanted to stay in this moment with her. She didn’t want to think about the after. The consequences. What the hell all of this meant.

No, Maya. Don’t do this now.

But the doubts were creeping in, reality breaking through. I haven’t told Grandma I’d be late. What if she’s worried?

Jamie leaned back, her fingers gripping the waistband of Maya’s trousers. “I can’t believe you’ve had those trousers on this entire time.”

Maya didn’t comment, her thoughts were already unravelling. What if something happened at home and they need me? Mum isn’t there.

Jamie moved to take off her trousers, and when Maya stopped her, she glanced up, blue eyes questioning.

“I kind of need to go.”

Jamie’s eyebrows pinched together. “Are you kidding me?”

“No. I…” She sat up, forcing Jamie off her. Her attention bounced around the walls, searching for a clock, heart skipping so fast it churned her stomach. “I need to go home.”

“Maya.” Jamie grabbed her wrist, but she stood up, moving off the bed.

The euphoric feeling had seeped away, replaced by icy dread. Where’s my phone?

She found her tracksuit top on the floor and rifled through the pocket. Nothing. No missed calls. But that didn’t mean much; Grandma was next to useless with her phone.

“Maya, is something wrong?” Jamie appeared in front of her now. “Talk to me.”

She forced herself to look at her. Her short blonde hair was sticking up, ruffled by sex, but those eyes were all her. Delicate, soft, beautiful. Three words Maya didn’t think she’d ever associate with Jamie Mellor.

“Did I do something to upset you?” she asked.