“Correction — a lot will change. Because as if it wasn’t hard enough for me to keep my hands off you when we were pretending, it’s going to be fucking impossible now.”

I trailed my eyes over her breasts, visible through the sheer white tank top she’d thrown on after our shower last night. Her sleep shorts were so small they barely covered her ass, and I broke my grip with her hands so I could palm that behind and roll her against my hardening shaft.

She bit her lip, rolling her body to give me the friction I desired. “Promises, promises,” she teased.

I groaned when the middle of her ran along my hard length, pulling her down so I could wrap my arms fully around her and feel the warmth of her pressed against me. “As much as I want to watch you ride me in the morning light,” I said, flexing my hips to show just how much I wanted that. “You need to rest after last night.”

She pouted, sagging in my arms.

“Trust me,” I assured her. “You’re going to be more sore there than you realize.”

“I’m fine,” she said.

I gave her a look, but then, in a move of both selfish need and stubborn persistence to prove I was right, I snaked my fingers up the inside of her thigh and under the fabric of her sleep shorts. Giana trembled when I ran the pad of my thumb against her seam, and when I pushed just the slightest bit against her entrance, she hissed, pulling away from the touch.

“See?” I arched a brow.

Giana conceded with a sigh.

“Besides,” I added, holding her in my lap. “I need to get down to the stadium. Bus leaves in an hour.”

Giana blinked as if coming out of a hypnosis. “Oh, shit. It’s game day!”

She hopped off me in an instant, scrambling to her closet with only a quick glance at the time on her phone.

“I don’t even have a bag packed.”

“It’s one night.”

“I’m supposed to be down there already. We have to pack up all the gear.”

“Charlotte will manage,” I promised her, but she kept sifting through her clothes until I got up and physically hauled her into my arms, her back to my chest, sinking us both back down into the bed with her on my lap.

“You brute,” she teased, smacking my chest.

“You love it.”

“Another tip you picked up from my books?”

“Those things are like a treasure map. Just follow the tabs and highlights to find the pot of gold.”

My fingers walked along her thigh until I could cup her, and she rolled into the touch, sighing as her head fell back against my chest. For a moment, she rested there, and then she pivoted in my arms to straddle me again.