Page 44 of Buried Treasure
But later was too long to think about — and too distracting when a gorgeous man was pulling off her shirt. Taking her bra off before he knocked on her apartment door was a good call. Hell, going slow was a good call. Sydney was actually enjoying this. A lot. She was going to file away the memory of his hands sliding down her ribs, into her jeans, and finding the perfect spot, warm and wet between her legs.
"Oh, fuck," she moaned.
"It seems you're more than ready for that, aren't you?"
"I think I've had enough slow, Andy."
He just laughed. "Too bad," he said, raising himself up to pull off his shirt. "This may take all night. You're worth it."
Seriously, for a man who was supposed to be a trainer for the hockey team and not an actual player, he still had an amazing body that she planned to take full advantage of.
Sydney smiled as he reached for the wallet in his back pocket.You're worth it, he had told her. He wasn't making this about him. He was making this about her. That was frankly the sexiest part of being with him. If that's what he wanted to do to make sure she was satisfied, then she was going to let him do it. And in return, she was going to be more than happy to make sure he got what he needed from her.
