Page 160 of Scarred

Her hands begin to knead my hips, and another moan escapes.

“Fuck that feels good. I’ve had a lot of massages over the years, and nothing has felt this good.”

“Maybe I should quit my day job and be a personal masseuse for the Bolts?”

“That’s a hard fucking no,” I groan when her hands work on my glute muscles. “No way in hell is Hayes or any other guy on my team going to get your hands on their body. You’re all mine.”

“I like the sound of that,” she murmurs, moving to the side and working toward my calves.

“Me too,” I quietly admit.

When she’s done, I’m in such a relaxed state that I can barely keep my eyes open. I feel her get into bed beside me, and I roll to my side, bringing her body against mine.

She sighs contentedly as I wrap my arm around her, and the next thing I know, sleep pulls me under before I can even say goodnight.

Blinking my eyes open, I see it’s after ten.

Fuck.

I sit up in bed and reach for my phone. I haven’t slept this late in years.

I’m about to call Mae when Luna walks in with two mugs of coffee in her hand.

“Good morning, sleepy head.” She notices the phone in my hand and smiles. “I already called Mae. She checked your schedule and assured me you had the day off today, so we both agreed you needed sleep.”

She sits on the edge of the bed and hands me one of the coffees.

“And before you ask, Mae is taking Scarlett to the park and will be putting her down for a nap after, so you have plenty of time to drive home and be there when she wakes up.”

My shoulders begin to relax as I lean back against the headboard, watching her take a sip of her coffee. She’s still in my t-shirt, which stirs something deep in my chest. Her hair is pulled up in a high ponytail, and her face is bare of any makeup, making the freckles across her nose stand out even more against her sun-kissed skin.

“Thanks for calling her,” I finally say, lifting the mug to my lips. Black coffee just the way I like it hits my taste buds, and I smile. “Thanks for the coffee, too.”

“You’re welcome,” she grins.

“I can’t believe I slept this late. I’m usually up at dawn without an alarm clock to wake me. I’ve never slept that hard…ever,” I chuckle.

“Must be my magic hands,” she says, smiling behind the rim of her coffee cup.

“Must be,” I murmur, trailing my eyes over my tee again that’s hiked up on her thighs, exposing the curve of her ass. She squirms under my gaze, and it only makes me harder. “So, if Mae is taking Scarlett to the park,” I say, putting my drink on the nightstand and leaning over to take hers as I place it next to mine, “then that means I have at least two hours before I have to leave.” My hand trails up her thigh and curves around her waist. “Two uninterrupted hours,” I whisper, bending to swipe my tongue along her neck.

“It would appear so,” she gasps, as I suck behind her ear, grazing my teeth against her sensitive skin.

“I really missed you this week,” I breathe, rolling on my back and bringing her on top of me. She straddles me, and when I feel her pussy settle against my cock, I can’t imagine not having mornings like this for the rest of my life.

“I missed you, too,” she whispers, biting her lip when I grip her waist and slide her over my swollen skin, coating me with her arousal.

Taking the hem of her shirt, she pulls it over her head, and my gaze hungrily goes to her breasts. Reaching up, I rub my thumb over her nipple, watching it tighten under my touch.

“Lift up on your knees,” I instruct softly.

As soon as her body lifts from mine, I’m guiding my cock to her warmth and bringing her back down to me.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I rasp, curling my fingers around her hips as I settle deep inside.

“Cayden,” she moans, tilting her head back and digging her nails into my chest.

Sunlight streams in through the windows, catching hints of gold woven in her brunette hair. She looks almost ethereal, and I feel like I could stare at her for hours and it would never be enough.