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“I belong to you,” she whispers, voice shaking but sure. “Just you.”

“That’s right.”

I grind my cock against her, making her whimper as her nails dig into my shoulders.

I kiss her like a man starved.

Because that’s exactly what I am.

In one swift movement, I unzip my jeans, freeing my cock before sliding into her with one deep, claiming thrust.

Her body arches against the window, clenching tight around me.

“Fuck, you’re so damn perfect,” I groan, bracing her as I begin to move.

Slowly at first.

Then harder.

Deeper.

I drive into her with the need to brand myself on her skin and carve my name into her soul.

Her moans echo in the night air until she shatters in my arms, all the while crying out my name like a prayer. That’s all it takes for me to follow her over the precipice, spilling inside her with a groan that sounds more like a vow.

Afterward, I hold her close, her head tucked beneath my chin, our bodies tangled, exhausted and still.

I press a kiss to her damp forehead and whisper, “Now that’s how you end a night, lucky charm.”

She doesn’t answer.

But the way she melts against me says everything I need to know.

37

LILAH

Iwake up to the smell of coffee and the feel of warm lips drifting across my shoulder.

A low murmur follows, deep and gravelly. “Morning, lucky charm.”

With a smile, I blink open my eyes and turn toward him just in time for another kiss. This one to the tip of my nose.

“You’re up early,” I murmur, my voice scratchy with sleep.

“I’ve got practice in an hour,” Steele says, already half-dressed in team-issued gear. “I just wanted another look at you before I left.”

I snort. “Pretty sure you saw all of me last night pressed against the window.”

“Exactly.” His grin is playful. “Why do you think I’m leaving in such a good mood?”

I swat at his arm, but he catches my wrist before pressing one last kiss to my lips. It’s slow and sweet enough to make me consider begging him to skip practice altogether.

He pulls back with a low groan, his eyes dark with want. “Don’t look at me like that. I can’t afford another fine.”

The last thing I want is to risk Steele’s career.

“Then go,” I whisper, nudging him towardthe door, even though every part of me aches to keep him here. “Before I do something I can’t take back.”