Page 52 of Take Her On

She gathered the balls and the kit bag, making trips between the store cupboard and the changing rooms to set everything up. It helped to have her routine, to tick things off her mental checklist when so many other things were out of her control.

Her heart rate spiked when one of those unpredictable variables greeted her in the corridor.

“You want any help?” Jamie asked.

Maya’s eyes were drawn to her shapely calves and strong legs. She hadn’t known she had such an appreciation for those parts of the body, but they were quickly becoming a favourite of hers. So was the sight of Jamie in her Millton University tracksuit—a reaction she’d never thought would enter her mind. But what had felt so alien to her at first, so despicable, now squeezed something in her throat. The sleek black tracksuit they all wore before and after the match was sculpted to Jamie like it was made for her alone.

Her mouth pulled up into an adorable grin when Maya didn’t answer her. “Are you checking me out?”

Since they’d slept together, they hadn’t really addressed what was going on between them. It had felt wrong, in a way, to give the thought of Jamie so much weight when Grandpa was lying in his hospital bed.

Maya told herself it was just sex and not to get carried away—they hadn’t even kissed since she’d made her climax around her fingers. Did that mean it was over?

A few months ago, Maya couldn’t stand the woman. Now she found herself running through every situation in her mind. Maybe Jamie didn’t want to fool around because what had happened to Maya’s grandpa was a downer. Maybe having a fling with the captain was too irresponsible, as Jamie wanted to play professional football after graduation. Or maybe…she just didn’t want to.

Either way, heat flushed Maya’s cheeks. She was checking her out. Shamelessly.

What the hell has happened to me?

“Seeing as you seem to have lost your voice,” Jamie continued, amusement clear in her features, “possibly from how breathtaking you find me in my football kit, I’ll take that as a yes.”

Maya swallowed. “Would that be a problem?”

“Definitely not.” Jamie took a step towards her, and Maya’s chest tightened. She remembered that look in her eyes from their night together. The way it had pierced through her, the desire there. How it had made her want to hand herself over naked on a silver platter.

But something inside her head tugged her back. Fear? The little voice in her skull hated her—or actually, maybe it loved her too much and was too afraid to let someone close to those vulnerable parts.

There was also the implication for the team. Maya bit her lip, contemplating the other players’ reactions. She didn’t know why the tinge of embarrassment spread to her neck. She’d not done anything wrong, and yet it felt like she’d let them down in some way.

She needed to speak to Hannah and Maddie about it. They had their ways of talking her down off a ledge, especially when most of the time she couldn’t see she’d climbed up there in the first place.

With a sigh, she forced herself away from Jamie, bending down to unzip the kit bag and start hanging up the football shirts. When she stood again, Jamie grabbed her and kissed her, pushing her around the corner, back towards the showers.

Maya melted against her warm lips, letting Jamie guide her until she was pressed up against the white tiles. She gasped into her mouth, while Jamie’s eager hands caressed her waist and up to her nipples, teasing them through the fabric. All of her resistance dissolved under Jamie’s touch, and she pulled her closer, needing to feel the weight of her body against hers.

She slipped her tongue into Jamie’s mouth, earning a moan. Her clit ached at the sound, and she threaded her fingers through Jamie’s soft hair, giving in to the feeling, their kisses becoming more desperate.

It was hard to admit it, but kissing Jamie was pretty fucking amazing.

She unzipped Maya’s tracksuit top, her hands exploring her through the light material of her T-shirt. Maya dug her fingers into Jamie’s shoulders as she felt her lips brush the sensitive skin of her neck, planting soft kisses before sucking at her favourite spot.

Her knees almost buckled, goosebumps tingling across her arms. Oh god. Jamie’s hot mouth was waking up all her senses with a deep throbbing ache, lighting up every surface, setting off a giant neon sign with an arrow saying, ‘Touch me here and don’t you fucking dare stop’.

She whimpered, not feeling in control of her own body. She’d never been touched this way before. Purposeful. Desperate. Like the world would end if they didn’t get their hands on each other.

“How long have we got?” Jamie murmured against her neck, causing a shiver of pleasure to run down her spine.

Regretfully, she manoeuvred her wrist to see her watch and let out a painful sigh. “Like…two minutes.”

Jamie fisted the fabric of her shirt, tightening it across her nipples. “Shit.” She leaned back to look into her eyes. Her body was still pressing Maya’s against the tiles, and her chest was rising and falling rapidly. The logical side of Maya’s brain knew they needed to part and collect themselves—someone could walk in any minute—but there was something in Jamie’s eyes that held her in place.

A few beats passed, their laboured breathing the only sounds.

Then Jamie’s gaze softened, passing over her face. “You have no idea what you do to me, Maya.” She dropped her head, a huff of a laugh passing her lips. “I don’t know how I’m going to play football like this.”

A fiery jolt pinged between Maya’s legs. “Are you wet for me?”

Jamie hissed as Maya pressed her hand against her, dipping inside her tracksuit bottoms. She grazed her fingers over the soft material of her boxer briefs, groaning when she slid a finger up the slick fabric, finding it soaked. She rubbed soft circles, and Jamie slammed her palm against the wall to steady herself.