Page 66 of Pressure Point

“One more thing, if that’s okay?”

“Sure.”

Avery hopped off the table, leaving a very confused Liam behind. She hollered at him to stay put, hoping he would actually listen to her. Grabbing what she needed from a cabinet on the far side of the locker room, she watched as the photographer’s eyes lit up in excitement. It was the perfect way to end the session, and she wasn’t quite sure why neither of them had thought about it until now. But that didn’t matter. They got the shots they needed.

When it was all said and done, Avery said goodbye to the photographer, showing her out the front door of the training site. It felt more than a little scandalous to be out here in next to nothing, but she knew the only two people left on site were her and Liam. Well, and the security guards at the front gate. But they were far enough away that they wouldn’t be able to see a thing.

The tile floor was cool underneath her bare feet, her skin still warm from all the excitement of the evening. Excitement that she didn’t want to end. As long as they were here alone, and she had all this very sexy lingerie, they should at least try it out, right? It would be a waste not to.

The door to the locker room swung open, banging against the doorstop. The sound made Avery jump, stealing her from the naughty thoughts she’d been conjuring up. Blinking rapidly, she drank in the large, muscular figure still in his briefs that was strolling toward her, a devious look on his face. Her breath hitched as he closed the gap between them, her feet stuck in place. He looked like he belonged on a Calvin Klein billboard, and it was making her tingle everywhere.

“Avery,” he said, his voice dripping with desire. He stopped right in front of her, his hand reaching up and gently tucking her hair behind her ear. “Are you wearing my jersey?”

“I am. Is that a problem?” she asked coyly.

“Not at all. It looks good,” he answered, his voice turning dark. “That said, it’s going to look even better coming off of you.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Liam felt like a man possessed. Heat rushed through his entire body as he drank in the sight before him. Avery in his jersey.

The shirt was way too big for her, the hem coming down to just above her knees and the long sleeves pushed up to her elbows. But he didn’t care. It was still the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen.

“You want me to take it off?” she asked with mock confusion.

“No,” he growled, stepping closer to her. “I want to take it off you. Slowly.”

“In that case,” she continued to tease, her eyes darkening, “you’ll just have to catch me.”

Avery winked at him, turning on her heel and making a mad dash for the door. Her giggle echoed against the tile floor of the empty lobby as she opened the door and bolted outside.

Oh, it’s on…

Liam shook his head, laughing as he took off after her. She was faster than he’d expected, but he knew he’d catch up easily. If nothing else, the giggles that were ringing out in the cool spring air told him she wanted to be caught. And he couldn’t wait to fulfill that wish.

“You think you can outrun me?” he shouted, closing the gap between them. She’d made it to the practice pitch already, but he wasn’t but ten meters behind her.

Avery glanced at him over her shoulder, her eyes going wide and playful as she saw how close he was. The look back cost her as she tripped over her own feet. Picking up the pace a bit, Liam made it to her just in time to stop her from hitting the ground. He wrapped his arms around her, pinning her arms to her side and lifting her off the ground. More giggles filled the air as he spun her around, her legs flailing in front of her.

Lowering her to her feet slowly, he moved her hair out of the way, exposing the beautiful curve of her neck. He placed a kiss there, her sweet skin warm against his lips. He felt her shiver against him, but this time he knew it wasn’t from the weather, which sent another rush through him.

“Just one question for you, love,” he whispered in her ear, placing another kiss on her neck. He bent down just enough so his hands slid under the hem of the jersey, starting a slow journey upward. “Which lingerie set are you wearing underneath this?”

Avery wiggled against him, letting out a small moan. Her hips brushed against his already stiff cock as he took his time inching up her body. His fingertips brushed against the outside of her thighs, eliciting another whimper, making him even harder. If she kept it up with these noises, he was going to have a hard time keeping his composure. This was not something he wanted to rush either. The two of them, alone on the field, with nowhere to be and no risk of being caught? Yeah, he was going to make this last.

“Liam,” she whispered, throwing her head back.

Finding the apex of her thighs, Liam let out another groan as his hand was met with something very unexpected. Or maybe it was the lack of what he was met with. Avery wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Avery…”

“I didn’t want anything between me and your number. Even that pretty little thong,” she answered, seeming to know exactly what the unspoken question was. Her voice was breathy, and Liam’s heart squeezed at the sound.

I didn’t want anything between me and your number…fuuuuuck….

Hands flying to her waist, Liam spun Avery around until their bodies were flush against one another. Hoisting her up, he slid one arm underneath her butt, the other on the small of her back, pulling her impossibly closer as his mouth found hers. He kissed her hard and fast, so turned on he didn’t know what to do with himself. She wrapped her legs around his waist, securing herself against him, and she kissed him back, just as fiercely. With every swipe of her tongue he grew harder, his dick feeling like it could rip through the cotton of his briefs at any moment. Watching Avery own her confidence tonight as she strutted around the locker room in those skimpy bra and panty sets had been enough to set his whole body on fire. He’d been ready to go on that table. But now, standing in the middle of the pitch, in nothing but his underwear, holding on to her and making out like their lives depended on it, he was even more turned on.

Slowly pulling back from her, he softly kissed along her jawline, earning him a soft, stuttered sigh. The tickle of her breath against his cheek sent a whole new thrill through him. Loosening his grip on her, he let her slide down his body, finding her eyes and staring deeply into them. There was a fire in them that he’d never seen before. It burned brightly, even more so than when they’d gone to Club 404. His dick twitched as the corner of her mouth curled into a smile.