Page 48 of Dirty Player
Morning sex had never been a thing for me. There was the smell of sleep clinging to skin and morning breath in mouths. As delicious as the thought was, to wake up and suck him hard and deep into my mouth, my lips twisted.
“The thought disgusts you? After last night I didn’t think there was anything you wouldn’t do.”
His statement was a challenge, a dare, but not quite the command that turned me on so much.
I gave him honesty, because this would never work between us if we began hiding things. “Morning sex doesn’t do it for me. Sort of grosses me out.”
“Oh God,” he groaned and rolled to his side to face me. He grinned as his hands went to my hair—always tangling in my curls like he couldn’t be close and not touch me. A shiver of awareness rolled down my spine. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those women who cares about morning breath and shit.”
The face I must have made was my answer.
He rolled his eyes and then pushed himself to sitting, groaning as he moved.
I was sore from sex, but the bruises forming on his sides told me the groan was one of pain.
“You okay?” I asked and sat up, following him.
He dropped his head to his hands and let out another pained grunt.
I reached for him before I could stop myself, dragging one fingernail down the ridged bumps of his spine, careful to avoid the bruising. “You didn’t get much time to rest your body last night.”
He glared at me over his shoulder, eyes darkening with memories of what we’d done, what he’d done to me. “It was worth it. Today’s practice is no pads and only a few hours. I’ll be fine by Monday.”
“Do you need any meds? I can get you some.”
He scowled. “I’m not Beaux. Don’t act like you have to take care of me, Shannon.”
I held up my hands and pulled back. “Grouchy before your morning shake?”
I tried to make light of the moment, but his comment stung. The look of remorse he gave me before he slid out of bed helped.
“No. Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m sore as fuck, though.” He wiped a hand across his mouth and his shoulders fell when he faced me, both of us on opposite sides of the bed, the space between us larger than the monstrous bed. “I’m not used to someone wanting to take care of me or being worried about me.”
I looked at the floor for my clothes and my bag. I understood. I still had the urge to flee.
“Go shower and get cleaned up,” he suggested, his voice warmer. “I’ll go get your bag. Dropped it by the front door last night and you drove me so fucking crazy I forgot about it.”
I arched a brow. “I drove you crazy?”
“Yes. The mere sight of you drives me fucking insane. Not used to that either. Go shower.”
The admission seemed to surprise him more than it did me. He was out the door of the room like a bat out of hell when I realized I was still standing in the bedroom staring at his beautiful retreating form. Both of us were in deeper than we imagined.
I shook it off.
I could dwell on his rudeness or accept him as he was. Beaux wasn’t the nicest guy in the morning, especially after game days, either—win or lose. Their bodies took a pounding and sometimes Beaux told me that fucked with their heads, made them feel weaker than they thought they should be.
I tried to shake it off, tried not to take the comment personally as I turned on the water in the shower. I used the restroom while I waited for the water to heat before I climbed in, still naked from how I’d fallen asleep.
Water sluiced down my body and I slid my hands along my arms and stomach, waiting for Oliver to return with my bag that contained my shampoo and hair-taming crème. I’d need more than hotel shampoo and conditioner to deal with the frizz.
The door to the bathroom opened, letting in a burst of cool air before the sliding door to the shower opened behind me.
He was naked when he slid his body against mine, his hand reaching to my front and showing me he’d thought to grab the shampoo.
“Thank you.” I took it out of his hands and squeezed a large amount into my palms before I turned and stepped slightly out of the spray so he could get wet. “Joining me in the shower?”
“Figured the quicker I got us cleaned up, the quicker you could put your mouth where you wanted it earlier.”
