Page 122 of Goalie's Obsession

Connor’s grin turns wicked. "But me?" He dips his head, lips brushing my neck. “I think it’s because you already know how your partner breaks. Every sound. Every pulse point. Every filthy little weakness.”

A shiver trembles down my spine as his other hand finds the clasp of my bra, unhooking it with practiced ease.

"And what theory do you subscribe to, Walsh?"

He pulls back just enough to look me in the eye, all cocky and sincere and mine.

"The one where I get to peel back your layers, one by one, until you're screaming my name again. Like you wanted to on that beach. Or in that hotel suite in LA. Or the time I made you come with just my mouth under the covers while your brother slept down the hall."

Heat rushes between my thighs. “You’re such a goddamn menace.”

He chuckles, dragging my shirt up and over my head, baring my nipples to the cold air. “And you fucking love it.”

I do.

I love how he strips me like I’m something sacred. How he cups my breasts like they’re his favorite thing in the world.

His mouth finds one nipple and then the other, his tongue dragging, teasing, sucking until my back arches off the mattress we’ve somehow stumbled onto.

His hand slips between my thighs, and my hips lift involuntarily, needing more.

“You’re soaked for me,” he groans. “Fuck, Lucy.”

He pulls his shirt over his head, pants already halfway down his thighs as he kneels on the edge of the bed, dragging my panties down my legs before he dips his head anddevoursme.

My fingers twist in his hair as his tongue circles, flicks, plunges—slow, then fast, then maddeningly slow again. I whimper, my legs trembling, thighs pressing around his head.

He flattens his tongue and drags it up my slit with a growl.

“Mmmm… You taste like fucking forever,” he rasps, his lips glistening.

"Yes, Connor…"

He kisses his way up my body, his chest sliding against mine, the thick length of him nudging between my thighs as he kisses me so hard I taste myself on his lips.

I wrap my legs around his waist, guiding him in. My gasp shatters into the space between us as he reaches between our bodies, nudging his cock until he stretches me open, filling me deep and good, until I can’t remember what came before this.

“I love you,” he whispers, forehead pressed to mine, rocking into me with slow, devastating thrusts.

“I love you too,” I breathe, my nails raking down his back. “So much.”

His mouth finds mine, urgent and consuming. His rhythm quickens, deepens, and my body answers with rising heat, tighter coils, the edge coming fast and hot.

“Come with me,” he growls, voice thick and rough. “Let go, baby. Give it to me.”

With a cry into his mouth, I shatter around him—body trembling, heart full, completely his.

This is it.

This is us.

This is… my forever.

Epilogue II

Connor

Ipushopenthecabin door, arms loaded with freshly chopped wood, still grinning at how Lucy teased me about choosing a remote mountain hideaway for our honeymoon.

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