Page 96 of Goalie's Obsession

I bite back a smile as I scoot closer, careful not to wake him. My fingers brush the ink curling along his ribs, and my chest does that annoying thing again where it squeezes so tight I can't help but smile.

Because last night? He said he loved me.

Like,reallyloved me.

He's said it before of course, but last night just felt… different.

I’ve never felt safer in my whole life than I did dancing with him in that ballroom, his arms wrapped around me like he was the only thing that mattered in the world.

I've never felt like that. About anything.

I should let him sleep.

I should get up, make coffee, maybe pack because we're due to fly back to Iron Ridge this morning.

But instead… I pull back the covers.

Because I am hopelessly in love with this man. And also because his morning wood is impossible to ignore when it’s tenting the sheet like a fully pitched fucking tent.

I slide down the bed with a wicked little grin, pushing the covers off him inch by inch until I’m eye-level with his cock—thick and hard and already twitching like itknowswhat’s coming.

“Good morning, Captain,” I whisper, wrapping my hand around the base and slowly rolling my wrist up and down his shaft.

He groans, low and sleepy, hips shifting instinctively.

I lick the tip slowly, letting my tongue swirl around him before I take him deeper, inch by inch. His fingers twitch on the sheet. That deep drawl releases from his chest with another long groan as my name slips from his lips in a half-sigh, half-plea.

“Lucy…”

I hum around him, and he jerks in response.

Just as I start to pick up a rhythm, his abs tighten and he shifts up on one elbow, blinking down at me like he’s not sure if he’s still dreaming.

“I am never letting you out of my bed again,” he rasps.

And just as I give him one long, deep suck…

BANG BANG BANG.

“Room service!” Blake yells through the door. “And by room service, I mean Ryder brought breakfast but Logan’s already eaten half of it.”

I freeze, Connor groans, and I swear to God—I’m murdering the entire Icehawks roster before breakfast.

Connor’s still hard and cursing under his breath when the door swings open.

“Seriously?” I hiss, grabbing for the sheet while Connor scrambles to cover himself with a pillow.

Blake strides in first, holding a tray like he’s Mother Teresa. “You’re welcome. Breakfast has arrived, and so has my sparkling personality.”

Sophia follows behind him, rolling her eyes at me from across the suite. "He's been like this since he woke up."

Logan follows with an iced coffee in each hand and a bag of muffins between his teeth. Ryder’s right behind him, licking jelly off his thumb and eyeing us both like we’ve been caught mid-crime.

“Oh, well,hello.Did we interrupt something?” he asks innocently, eyeing the tousled sheets and my extremely flushed face.

Connor throws a pillow at him without comment.

Natalie trails in last, sunglasses on indoors, her bun slightly lopsided, and a massive iced latte in her hand like it’s the only thing keeping her upright.

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