Roaring, he stilled, keeping us locked together as he emptied inside me, the warmth seeping out around his cock.
When Sasha collapsed, he rolled me to the side, keeping our bodies connected.
His heavy breathing fanned across my face as he banded both arms around me, burying his face in my hair.
“Gonna sleep just like this, still inside you.”
The mumbled words barely registered before I passed out again.
A blissful sigh left my lips as tingles gathered between my thighs.
My heavy eyelids screamed in protest as I tried to lift them. Dawn was just breaking, enough light filtering into the bedroom that I tracked movement through the thin slits of my eyes.
Golden hair tickled my thighs, and I peeked down to find Sasha’s face buried between them.
My back arched as he teased and tasted, my fingers spearing through his soft tresses, chiding, “Sasha, I’m tired.” The man had been waking me up all night to fuck.
Lifting his head, he grinned, lips shiny with my arousal. “I’m gonna have a little snack. Go back to sleep.”
Yeah, like that was going to happen. Especially when his hand joined the party, fingers thrusting inside me, curling with the perfect pressure against that magic button he exploited at will.
Fisting the sheets by my side, I chased my pleasure, bucking against his face and hand, coiling tighter and tighter, gasping when electricity shot outward from my core.
“That’s my girl.” Sasha eased me down before crawling back up to where I lay and placing a protective palm over my stomach. “Rest now.”
I would likely need a week of uninterrupted sleep to recover from this one night with him.
The bed dipped, and I rolled over, reaching out for Sasha. When I came up empty, I frowned, opening my eyes to find him fully dressed in his suit from last night, caging me in from above.
“Morning, beautiful.” Blue eyes glittering, he dipped his head to capture my lips in a slow, sensual kiss.
Breaking away once I was breathless, he whispered, “I hate to leave you, but I’ve gotta head to the rink.”
Panic stole over me at the idea of him walking out that door, and I blurted, “When can I see you again?”
I cursed myself for being so transparent when I saw the bright smile grow on his face. I’d just let him know he’d worked his way into another date, fuck session, or whatever it was that we were doing.
So much for “just one night,” Gemma.
One hand left the mattress to push tangled hair away from my face. “You working tonight?”
“Yeah,” I confirmed
“What time’s your shift?”
“I start at six. Staying until close.”
“Good. Mind if I pop by after practice this afternoon? I’ve got a game tonight, so I usually nap between one and two-thirty, and I would really like to do that with my arms wrapped around you.”
I shoved at his chest slightly to put distance between us. “A nap? Are you serious?”
He shrugged. “Most players take one before a game. We need our energy to be top-level late at night.”
Snorting, I muttered, “Yeah, I don’t think you have a problem in that department.”
“So, can I nap here, Kitten?” He ran the tip of his nose along my jaw, inhaling deeply when he reached the crook of my neck.
“You’re practically an overgrown toddler, you know that?”
