Page 37 of Goalie's Obsession

Lucy

Hismouthiseverywhere.

Hot. Demanding. Completely, unapologetically all-consuming.

Connor’s hands drag over my body, one gripping my thigh, the other sliding beneath the hem of my skirt with a wicked slowness that makes my spine arch off the wall.

"Connor," I pant, leaning into his every touch.

He presses into me like he can’t get close enough, like if there’s even a breath of space between us, it’ll undo everything.

His mouth trails down the column of my throat, licking, nipping, tasting, like he’s mapping out every place I react.

And God, Ireact.

I can't stop.

My head falls back against the door with a thud I barely register because he’s already shifting lower, teeth grazing the top of my blouse.

“Connor—” I gasp, my fingers clinging to the thick muscle of his biceps. "Please, oh God."

I squeeze his arms in my hands. They feel like they're fucking carved from stone. They firm, hot and flexing beneath my grip, and when he groans against my skin, it sends a bolt of heat straight to my core.

“Lucy. You feel what you do to me?” he rasps, voice low and rough as he grinds his hips into mine. “This is what happens when you kiss me and disappear. You drive me fucking crazy.”

I don’t have a response.

I can’t think. I can’tbreathe.

All I can do is feel.

The slight scratch of stubble starting to return to his jaw scrapes along my skin as his mouth dips lower. He unbuttons the top of my blouse slowly, letting the heat of my core rest on his lap as he presses me against the door.

He pulls the lace cup of my bra down just far enough to drag his tongue across the peak of my breast.

“Oh myGod—” My fingers thread into his hair.

He sucks gently, then bites down on my nipple, and my bodyshudderswith pleasure.

“Mmmm… you like that,” he murmurs, voice like sin. He bites down again, then releases my breast with a hard suck that pops when he pulls back.

I whimper at the loss of his mouth.

He pulls back just enough to meet my eyes. “Tell me you don’t want me, Lucy.”

My breath catches as I look into his eyes. “I—I don’t—”

His grin is pure heat. “Liar.”

His mouth crashes into mine again and I’m already gone for him. Despite Ethan. Despite every fiber of my being trying to fight this.

His limbs tighten around his waist, his lips part as his chest heaves against me. Then, when he lifts me up and starts walking us toward the desk, I can't help the squeal that leaves the back of my throat as my back hits the surface and his hands slide under my ass like he’s ready to ruin me right there, right now.

I want him to.

Ineedhim to.

But then, a loudcrashfrom down the hallscatters any desire racing through my body.

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