Page 65 of Rookie's Redemption
Literally, nothing.
I've spent years chasing adrenaline rushes on the ice, but none of it compares to the high of having her naked in my arms right now.
Mia settles onto my lap, straddling me as the bubbles take off at the push of a button. My hands find her hips, gripping tight as she settles over my hardness, not taking me inside yet but letting me feel how wet she already is for me.
"Champagne?" she asks, reaching for the bottle that she's smuggled out of the room without me noticing.
I watch her pour two glasses, mesmerized by the way her perfect breasts move as she hands me a flute. Water dropletscling to her nipples, and I want to lean forward and taste them, but she holds the glass between us and looks deep into my eyes.
"To second chances," she says, raising her glass.
"To the most incredible woman I've ever known," I counter, touching my glass to hers.
We drink, and the champagne is crisp and perfect, but I'm more interested in the way Mia's lips curve around the rim of her glass. The way her eyes never leave mine as she takes a sip.
"You know what I was thinking about during the game?" she asks, setting her glass aside and moving closer on my lap.
"What?"
"The other night. At your house." Her hands slide up my chest, nails scraping across my skin. "The way you touched me. The way you made me feel."
My cock twitches against her core, and she rocks her hips slightly, her slick heat coating my length.
"I've thought about it every night since then." She leans in, her lips brushing my ear, her breath hot against my skin. "About your hands on me. Your mouth. The way you said my name when you came inside me."
Fuck.My hands tighten on her waist as she grinds her hips against me, teasing us both as I force myself to take another sip of champagne.
"I've thought about it too," I admit, swallowing hard. "How perfect you looked underneath me again."
She pulls back to meet my eyes, and there's something different in her expression. Something bold and determined that makes my pulse race.
I forgot about this side of her. Mia's clearly a strong person, her work at the shelter proves that.
But in the bedroom? This is a woman who knows what she wants.
"Well," she says, wiggling her hips, positioning herself over my throbbing cock. "Tonight… how about I get to be on top."
Before I can respond, she reaches between our bodies, diving beneath the surface of the bubbling water to grip my cock. My body ignites at the touch and she bites her bottom lip and moans, guiding me to her entrance as she takes me inch by inch until I'm buried inside her tight heat.
We both freeze, overwhelmed by the sensation, by how perfectly she fits around me.
"Christ, Mia," I groan, my head falling back against the edge of the tub. "Your pussy feels so fucking good."
"Yes, Ryder…"
She starts to move, slow at first, rolling her hips in a rhythm that has the water sloshing around us. Her hands brace against my shoulders, using the leverage to lift herself up before sliding back down.
I watch her face as pleasure builds in her expression, my hands moving to her tits and squeezing her perfect round breasts.
"That's it, baby," I encourage, my hands guiding her movements. "Ride my cock. Take what you need."
She picks up the pace, bouncing on my length, not caring about the water splashing over the edge of the tub. Her breasts bounce with each movement, and I lean forward to capture one nipple between my teeth, biting down hard enough to make her cry out.
"Ryder, fuck, yes!" she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. "You feel so good inside me."
I slide my hand around her body, tracing the curve of her ass beneath the water. My fingers find her back entrance and I press gently against the tight ring of muscle, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp.
"Is this okay?" I whisper against her neck.
