Page 21 of Lemon Cake

“But you’re a good player. I liked watching you during practice.”

“I actually thought I was horrible. You made me nervous.”

“I didn’t mean to, but you do have a nice ass.”

Heat washed over Rider’s cheeks. “I might have to erase you from my memory on game days. How am I supposed to get into the right mindset knowing you’re staring at my ass?”

“Whatever helps you. I won’t be mad,” she giggled.

Rider picked his hand up, twirling a loose strand of chestnut hair around his finger. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Did you wear a dress tonight because you no longer feel you have to hide your cyborg side from me?”

That made her laugh, which warmed Rider’s heart. “Yes.”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Trusting me.”

“You make it easy.”

Emboldened, Rider leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to hers. This time, the kiss intensified right away. He loved how she grabbed his neck and held him in place, as if she never wanted him to move. He cupped her jaw with his hand again, his thumb brushing her cheek.

His heart raced and when Gemma scraped her nails along his skin, tingles travelled through his entire body and straight to his dick. Rider desperately tried to pull his mind away from all the hot and naughty things he wanted to do to her, thankfully being saved by the bell. Well—the oven timer.

They pulled away, both breathless and the sight of Gemma’s chest heaving made Rider swell with pride. He kissed her forehead, loving how her eyes lit up every time he did, then walked over to grab their dinner.

Gemma followed, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind as he placed the food on their plates. He tried to soak in the moment, loving each minute with her.

“Will we see each other at all during the season?” she asked.

“My days off are all yours.”

“Are you one of those players that gets upset when they lose?”

“Yes. Especially when I know I could’ve done better.”

“How long does that last?”

“Depending on the season. If it was one bad game, not as long.”

“But if you have a losing streak it takes its toll?”

“Definitely.” He turned in her arms and kissed her hair. “What do you want to drink?”

“Coke is fine.”

Gemma loosened her arms enough to let him move to the fridge. “Where should we eat? Are you one of those people who can’t stand anyone eating on their couch.”

“Go for it. You can even pick a movie if you like.”

“Oh, don’t let me choose. I’m notoriously bad.”

“Well, I was going to re-watchGame of Thrones…”