Page 126 of Wildest Dreams

My breathing hitches in my throat and it all comes flooding back to me.

Sinking my teeth into my lower lip I pull the sheets back over my face and glance down beneath the dark green canopy to see two big hockey player arms wrapped around my waist, firmly leashing me flush against his warm abdomen.

I stare down at his forearms for a beat. Then, with twitching fingers, I give him a little prod in the meaty bit.

Tanner’s body tenses and then his arms are strengthening their hold, his broad chest swelling behind my back as he wakes himself up.

I turn around in his arms just as he rolls himself onto his back, pushing his digits through his hair as he tries to calm his breathing back to normal. One of his arms is still wrapped tightly around my lower back, clutching me against his side, and thesecond that he realises what he’s holding his eyes snap open, flashing down to my face.

His chest enlarges to twice its size and his large biceps flex, his arm still lifted in the air where he’s paused it mid-tug.

He blinks down at me in wide-eyed wonder and then his hand is shooting down beneath the quilt cover, fisting his length.

“Jesus Christ,” he rasps, his morning voice a billion octaves deeper than usual. The hand that was resting on my lower back slides down over my behind, and he uses his grip to shove me up his chest.

“Ash,” he murmurs, giving me a tired but handsome smile. “I can’t believe that last night happened. I can’t believe that I have you in my arms again.”

The hand on my ass palms me harder, and then he’s groaning as he slips his thick quad between my thighs, breathing out a pained laugh as he tosses himself faster beneath the sheets.

With a rugged sound from deep in his chest he tears his arm away from his erection, immediately tangling his fingers up in my hair as he rolls me onto my back and drops down on top of me.

I choke on a gasp as his rigid dick impales my stomach.

“Sorry,” he murmurs quickly, lifting himself up onto his elbows. His morning wood is so long that it’s still dragging heavily over my stomach. He gives me a slightly embarrassed smile and says, “I can put some clothes on if you want.”

My cheeks flush pink as I whisper, “Not on my account.”

He immediately laughs and gives me the most gorgeous grin, smile creases taut in his cheeks as his gaze rakes down my body. There’s a playful glint in his eyes when he shoves himself up onto his haunches, stepping heavily down from the bed and rolling his large shoulders.

I sit up on my elbows and frown.

“Where are you going?” I ask, my voice light and breathless.

He sees my expression, chuckles quietly, and leans down to kiss me.

When he lifts up from towering over me he gently pushes the sheet from under my chin, letting it rest gently just above my breasts. His eyes flare with heat but he doesn’t push the quilt any further.

Then his gaze lifts back to mine and he swipes a condom from the bedside table.

“Gonna workout,” he rumbles gruffly.

I blink up at him. First in shock, then in horror.

“You’re gonna what?” I breathe, lifting an eyebrow and hoping that I misheard him.

Tanner fists his thick cock with one hand and I go a little lightheaded as I glance down at it.

“Correction:we’regonna workout.” He drops his erection, letting it hang hard and heavy between his thighs. “You’re joining.”

I gasp and place one of my hands over my heart.

“Tanner, that is the worst thing that you have ever said to me.”

He smirks and gently eases the sheets from my body, keeping his eyes on mine as he leashes our fingers together.

“Not the kind of workout that you’re thinking, baby,” he murmurs, tugging me to my feet and then hunching down so that he can kiss my cheek.

I try not to flush too hard when he pulls away, his mouth leaving a sparkling tingle in its wake.

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