Page 68 of Rookie's Redemption
As it turns out, they've always lived inside me. They were just waiting for the moment when I'd be brave enough to set them free again.
I shift in the sheets, taking inventory of my body. There's a delicious soreness between my legs, a pleasant ache in muscles I'd forgotten I had, and bite marks scattered across my skin like a horny pirate's favorite treasure map.
My lips feel swollen from hours of kissing, and my hair is a disaster that would make a birds' nest look organized.
And yet… I've never felt more perfect in my life.
Carefully, I trace a finger down Ryder's spine, admiring the muscles beneath his skin. His body truly is a work of art, testament to years of brutal hockey training.
My fingers explore every bare inch of skin, feeling the raw power coiled in his athletic frame. Those broad shoulders, tapering to narrow hips, creating a delicious V that makes my mouth water.
God, he's sculpted like a Greek god, all sinewy strength and masculine perfection. Just touching him sets my skin on fire.
With a smile on my face and low throb between my legs, I can't resist sliding my palm over the curve of his ass, feeling the firm muscle there. He groans in his sleep, shifting closer to me.
That's when I notice the sheet is tented where it drapes across his hips.
Well, hello sailor. Good morning to you too.
Unlike the other morning when I ran away from such a sight, this morning, I slip my hand beneath the sheet, wrapping my fingers around his impressive length.
He's hard, hot and thick in my palm, and the sensation sends heat pooling between my thighs.
"Mmm," he mumbles, stirring awake as I stroke him. "Best alarm clock ever."
I laugh softly, continuing my leisurely exploration. "I see you're up before the rest of you."
Ryder rolls onto his back, giving me better access as his eyes blink open, still hazy with sleep but darkening rapidly with desire.
"Well, well. Look who's not running away this morning."
"I'm learning," I say, squeezing him and enjoying the way his breath catches. "Besides, this is technically neutral territory. Not your place or mine."
"Smart thinking." His voice is rough with sleep and something more primal. "Though I gotta say, watching you bolt out of bed the other day looking for the bathroom was pretty entertaining."
I roll my eyes but don't stop my rhythmic stroking.
"In my defense, I think it was a perfectly reasonable response. You're..." I gesture vaguely at his cock, which is now fully erect and looking rather intimidating in the morning daylight spilling into the suite. "Scary."
He barks out a laugh, his head falling back against the pillow. "So I've got a scary dick? That's a new one."
"You know what I mean." I feel heat rise in my cheeks. "You're... substantial. In size."
"You weren't complaining last night," he points out with a smug grin. "Or at three AM. Or when you woke me up at five."
"I did not wake you up at five."
"Yes, you absolutely did." He reaches for me, tugging me closer until I'm half-sprawled across his chest. "You were mumbling in your sleep about wanting me, and then your hand found me, and well... one thing led to another."
The foggy memory surfaces… his mouth on my breast, my legs wrapped around his waist, both of us half-asleep but desperate for each other.
"Oh. Right." I bite my lip. "I thought that was a dream."
"Definitely not a dream." He kisses me and I melt against him. His hands slide down my back to cup my ass, squeezing and slapping my cheek possessively. "Every second of last night was real, babe."
I'm about to climb on top of him when the phone rings, startling us both.
"Room service," a cheerful voice announces when Ryder answers. "Your breakfast order will arrive in approximately ten minutes."
