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The noise that slips out of me is half-frustration, half-defeat because I’m already tightening up. The pressure rises and I bite my lip to hold in the moan, but the way he’s hitting my G-spot is too good, the way he’s rubbing my clit with his body is too perfect. I can’t hold off.
“Oh god.” I pitch forward, shaking and tensing on Rory as my release hits me. I’m mindless as stark pleasure hurtles through me, nails digging into his muscles. Wave after wave radiates through me and my teeth sink into his shoulder while I hold on tight.
“I need to come,” he grits out and I nod feverishly.
“Come with me,” I beg.
Inside me, he swells, and his hips jerk upward, pounding into me, before he groans my name and stiffens. Through the last tremors of my orgasm, I memorize how his lips part, how he looks at me with desperation and love, how he holds me tight like he’ll never let me go.
We drift back down to earth with our hearts pounding, me pressing kisses to his neck, his cheeks, his lips.
“Told you,” he murmurs, and I laugh against his mouth.
“I guess we both won.”
He sighs happily before he takes a deep breath and sits up. “Okay, Hartley. No more lazing around. We’ve got a big day ahead of us.”
I roll onto my back and kick him away when he tries to pull me out of bed. “You don’t have practice today.”
He tilts a grin down at me. “We need to move you in.”
“Today?”
He nods. “Today, Hartley. I finally got you to say yes, and I’m not waiting a second longer.”
My heart explodes with love, and I shriek with laughter as he lifts me out of bed, hauls me over his shoulder, and carries me to the shower.
“Unless you’ve changed your mind.”
“Never.”
I’m still laughing, still squirming over his shoulder as he turns the water on. He sets me on my feet and I loop my arms around his neck, gazing up at my handsome, unhinged hockey player.
“I’m keeping you, Rory Miller.”
EPILOGUE
RORY
One monthlater
“This studio will be used for dance classes,” Hazel says, leading the party into the second room.
Hazel got possession of her studio yesterday, and today we’re having a party in the space to celebrate. The sign isn’t finished yet but her website and social media is up, and gaining momentum and interest.
Ember Studios. Spark your love of movement.
Everyone is here—her family, my family, the Storm players, the team staff, and her yoga students. Someone turns the music up, champagne is popped, and people wander over to the big windows overlooking the North Shore Mountains, talking and laughing.
At my side, Hazel smiles with a wistful look, like she can’t believe it’s real.
I know exactly how she feels. I’m still pinching myself that Hazel Hartley fell for me.
“I’m so proud of you, Hartley.” I press one, two, three kisses against her mouth. “So proud.”
“Thanks.” Her palms flatten on my chest and she gazes up at me, biting her lip. “I love you.”
I would have thought the thrill of hearing it so often would wear off, but no. Every fucking time Hazel Hartley tells me she loves me is the best moment of my life. “I love you, too. So fucking much, Hazel. You have no idea.”
