Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 65354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“I… I was going to make breakfast,” I heard myself stammer and blinked to bring myself back to reality. I couldn’t take my eyes away from him, and he stalked towards me. He pressed me against the counter, and I slipped my arms around his neck as he kissed me. Ryder lifted me and placed me on the counter, sliding a hand up my thigh as I shivered. I made this too easy with what little I was wearing. I moaned as he deepened the kiss and moved between my legs.
I always imagined that a sweaty man wouldn’t be sexy. It seemed like it would be a mess, but Ryder was even better this way. He smelled of the outdoors and something spicy, and I stared at him as he pulled away.
“Can we do something before breakfast?” he asked.
“Like what?” I asked as he slipped his hands down my body, his thumbs tantalizingly close to my breasts.
“A shower. I want to feel you again, Elyse.” His words made me shudder, and I slipped my hands over his shoulders.
“You’re not hungry?” I asked weakly as my mind started to go blank.
“I’m hungry for your sweet pussy.”
He claimed my mouth with his, and I wrapped my body around him as Ryder lifted me to move to the bedroom. When we got there, he dropped me to the bed and ordered me to take the shirt off. I realized I was starting to see a different side of Ryder and that he might be a bit on the dominant side. After seeing him on the ice, that should have terrified me but instead, my body throbbed deep inside for him.
I arched my back to lift the shirt off, and he removed his clothes. He was slick with sweat, but all I wanted to do was lick him clean. Ryder slipped down to the mattress and spread my thighs as I moaned, feeling how wet I was for him. He kissed up my legs as I dropped my head back, teasing me to my sex. Ryder brought me to the edge a few times before making me come around his tongue, lifting his eyes to gaze at me.
“I need you inside me,” I begged. My voice rose with desperation, and he moved forward, drawing my feet to his chest.
Ryder plunged inside me, and I cried out. He filled me, stretching me around him as he took me hard and slow. I didn’t know who I was when I was with him as I writhed under him, begging him for more. Ryder gave it to me, and I felt myself tense up before coming again, feeling him jerk forward. I felt my legs drop to the mattress as he pulled away, weak and boneless.
“How am I supposed to want to do anything after that?” I asked dreamily as my eyes fluttered closed. I dimly heard him leave and come back to clean me with a warm washcloth.
“We take a shower and freshen up and then make that breakfast.” He looked fresh and alert as I stared at him in disbelief.
“I can’t. I need a nap. Don’t you have practice or something?” I turned onto my side as he grabbed my legs.
“Not until this afternoon before the game. I have a week of travel after that, so I need to get my fill of you.” Ryder dropped over me and kissed my stomach before moving up my body to take a nipple into his mouth. I moaned and slid my hands into his hair, needing him all over again.
We took a shower after another hour in bed, and I slipped on his huge extra robe to make breakfast. I was starving and couldn’t wait any longer. I cracked several eggs in a bowl to scramble while he made a fresh pot of coffee for us. I heated a cast iron pan and melted some butter in it before pouring the contents of the bowl into the pan. While those cooked for a few minutes, I used a skillet to make the sausage patties.
I had found a cookbook and some notes from Mom at some point when I was old enough to cook, and had memorized some of my favorite recipes. She made her eggs this way and I loved it, finding myself smiling as I thought about my vague memories of her.
“Where are you?”
I blinked as Ryder spoke close to my ear, looking at the food to make sure it wasn’t burning.
“Just doing this. I get a little lost when I cook, particularly when a hot hockey player has his way with me all morning.” I stirred the eggs as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck beside my ear. “I’m going to wither away to nothing, you know.”
“With me in your life, there will always be enough food. I know how to balance things,” Ryder said.