Page 66 of Buried Treasure
Chapter 22
The sun started shining in through Sydney's windows, and she rolled over to avoid it — and hit something solid. Her body was begging her to just keep her eyes closed. Just a few more minutes of sleep. Just a little bit longer in this warm comfy bed. But the solid thing was too overwhelming, and she had no other choice but to rebel and open her eyes.
Yep, Andy was still there. In her bed. Without clothes on. Sydney smiled contently and snuggled closer to him, closing her eyes again to take in his scent as she laid her hand on his chest and attempted to go back to sleep. But her movements woke him up, and his moan that vibrated through her fingers as she threaded her leg over his made it very obvious that she wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon. She would have no complaints about that.
"What time is it?" he asked her as he rubbed his eyes.
Instead of answering, she started peppering his neck with kisses until she got to his earlobe. "Don't care," she whispered as she began to nibble on her ear.
His laughter traveled its way from his chest up her arm and to her heart. He rolled over so he was facing her and put his arms around her to pull her closer.
"So you think it's perfectly acceptable to just stay here for now?"
She moved back and reached over to push his hair out of his eyes. "Perfectly acceptable."
He smiled at her and tucked her brown hair behind her ear. "I have to admit I'm a little spent from last night."
"I have no idea how that happened," she said with a mischievous grin.
"Really?"
She shook her head. "Not really."
His fingers continued to play with the long strands of her hair. "Would you like to go get some food? You know, so we could perhaps continue where we left off last night?"
"I would like that."
Oh hell, would she like that. Sydney would remember last night for months to come — at least. Her body still ached from the things that Andy did to her the night before. She was thankful that as a trainer, he was well versed in his knowledge of the human body, and that he had no problem reminding her exactly what he knew that would make her moan with pleasure as she came. She was also thankful the walls were well insulated so her neighbors couldn't hear her repeating Andy's name at three o'clock in the morning.
She rolled out of bed with the top sheet wrapped around her body, leaving the rest to trail behind her like a train.
"You look like a queen," Andy said from his spot on her bed.
"You're damn right I do," she replied with a teasing smile. "And you look naked. Not that I'm complaining. At all."
He straightened up and gave her a loopy smile before checking the floor for his clothes. He seemed a bit flustered as he fumbled with his black boxer briefs and track pants. Sydney wasn't about to tell him where his shirt was (it was under her bed) since it gave her some extra time to appreciate his abs. He may not be an actual hockey player, but his body proved he was still quite the male specimen.
Meanwhile, she dropped the sheet, without turning around to see Andy's reaction, and grabbed a tank top and some yoga pants from her dresser. She didn't care that she had been wearing a version of that outfit for several weeks at this point. When she put it on this morning, it was different. It wasn't the uniform of a woman who was depressed about being screwed over. It was the uniform of a woman who wanted to show off all her curves to a man who had thoroughly screwed her.
She walked into the kitchen just as her phone on the counter buzzed with a text message.
Send help.
"You dumb child," she muttered under her breath as she typedI'm busyand pressed send.
This girl won't leave and I can't remember her name. Please?
"What are you smiling about?" Andy said as he walked behind her and looped his arm around her waist before nuzzling into her neck.
"Don't start that if you can't back it up," Sydney said with a teasing smile.
Andy put both hands up in surrender. "Fair enough," he said. "Now what's up with the smile?"
"Oh, um…"
Sydney remembered their conversation the night before. She remembered that there was a reason that Andy didn't trust hockey players. While he said he had no problem with her being friends with Ryan, she was suddenly aware of what her morning routine with the rookie may look like to outsiders.
"Is this about Ryan?"
