Page 14 of Goal Line Love

The conflict wrinkles her forehead— she wants me, but she’s also damned determined to keep things casual. If she could only see why I want her. If she can’t see it, I have to show her.

I step closer to her, closing the distance between us.

“Bergan,” I say, my voice low and husky.

She looks up at me, her breath hitching in her throat. I can see the want in her eyes, and it’s all I can do to not reach out and touch her. But I think about my time on the ice, how the perfect moment must exist for the shot, and I hold back. This is her decision to make.

“Shirt… off,” she says on a breathy exhale.

She could tell me to jump off of Storm Canyon into the raging waters below and I might just do it.

Might. Probably.

Slowly, she reaches out and touches my bare chest, her fingers trailing a fiery path across my skin. I shiver at her touch, unable to resist the pull between us any longer. Without a word, I capture her lips in a greedy kiss, pouring all of my pent-up desire into the fiery touch.

Bergan’s body molds against mine as if we were made for each other. Her hands roam over my body with a desperate hunger, seeking out every inch of me as if trying to memorize it all in one go.

I push her back against the wall, the urgency between us escalating with each passing second. The remaining clothes are shed hastily, discarded in a frenzy of need and desire. The tumbling of moments seems like we’re on a high-speed train, zipping through the night, only wanting to get to our final destination. Skin meets skin, setting off sparks that re-ignite that wildfire with a blast of nuclear energy.

As our bodies move together in a primal dance, every wall I’ve built around my heart… cracks. Every modicum of wanting any other woman… vanishes. It’s only here in this moment that I want to be.

Bergan's touch is like a revelation, breaking through the barriers I’ve set up to keep everyone out. With her, I can just be me.

And just be… intoxicated.

I lift her up, wrapping my arms around her legs as she wraps hers around my waist. She guides me to the bed, and we fall onto it with a thud. I slip her under the covers. Sliding in next to her, her warm body nestles into mine. It’s like every touch, every kiss, every brush of our bodies is unleashing her from something that was tying her down. Now she’s unleashed. The connection between us is undeniable, and I find myself desperately wanting more.

Bergan gasps as I deepen the kiss, our tongues dancing in a fiery ballet. She pulls away, her eyes full of heat and frustration. “Harry, I need you.”

If any other woman called me that, I’d balk and probably roll off of her and escort her out. My family is a proud lineage of assholes, but this woman makes me want to be better. To be the person she needs, not just wants.

I can't deny her any longer.

I drive inside of her and still for a moment, just staring down at what we’ve created.

“Shit… I forgot a?—”

“No, this is what I want. It’s… perfect.”

“I thought you were going to say ‘huge’.”

She laughs and her walls tighten around me, making me moan. “Okay, your cock is huge!”

I laugh, but soon the laughter fades and what’s left is so beautiful and meaningful.

Our bodies slide against each other, every movement bringing us closer to the edge. I thrust into her with urgency, feeling her walls tighten even further around me. The pleasure is overwhelming, like nothing I've ever experienced before.

Bergan moans, her head thrown back while her body writhes under me. She shakes with pleasure as we near the peak of our passion. The moment is intense, her moans echo the room, and I really wonder if my cousin and his wife are far enough away not to hear her. The minx is a loud one. And I love it.

She nods and I can tell she’s close to the edge.

Shit…

We’re both close to the edge. She gets me going like none other.

I thrust harder, deeper, my body responding to hers in a primal rhythm. We move in unison, lost in the haze of the moment, until I feel her body tighten around me. She cries out my name, her orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave, and I’m towed under by this woman.

I can’t breathe. The moment is fucking amazing and overwhelming all in one.

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