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“Say it again,” I whisper.
“I love you, too, Fin.”
Too.
Smartass.
“Hey, Griff?” I murmur.
“Yeah?”
I tighten my grip on his jaw and tug him into me. “I love you.”
“I know you do.”
Kissing him, I pull him into me even more. Until we’rechest to chest. Skin to skin. Heart to heart. And it’s never felt more real or genuine. This moment. This connection. I’ve never had it with anyone else, and I refuse to ever take it for granted again.
He’s right. This isn’t fucking. This is making love, and until this moment, I never knew the difference. The bed squeaks as we move together on the mattress, and within minutes, I can feel the familiar buzz beneath my skin. The tremors of my core. The unsteady breaths echoing off the walls. We’re close. Both of us. Our pace quickens as he brands my mouth in a punishing kiss, digging his fingers into my waist as he pushes me higher and higher.
My back arches as I fall apart beneath him, letting him use my body any fucking way he wants until the familiar twitch of his cock and tightness of his muscles proves he’s coming, too. Seconds later, he collapses on top of me, careful not to squish me entirely as he catches his breath against the nape of my neck.
“So fucking much.”
“Hmm?” I ask with a laugh.
“I love you so fucking much,” he clarifies.
My smile stretches, and I close my eyes. “So fucking much, Griff.”
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
GRIFFIN
Ihaven’t heard from Uncle Henry yet. Neither has Everett. It’s been a little while since the Lions’ GM watched us play, but all we’ve had is radio silence. We’ve tried to play it off. Like neither of us is thinking about shit when it couldn’t be further from the truth. We won the last two away games. Both of us played like our lives depended on it. And in a way, maybe they do. Our futures. Our goals. Our girls. They all hang in the balance.
We’ve been gone the past two days, traveling for hockey, and the distance has only solidified my resolve to stay in Lockwood Heights. We’ve talked. Texted. But nothing compares to holding my girl in my arms, and damn, I’ve missed her.
After yesterday’s win, Reeves suggested we go to SeaBird and celebrate with everyone. I texted Fin to get her opinion, and she said she was fine with it as long as she could go in sweats since real clothes make her feel like the Pillsbury Doughboy.
Her words, not mine.
Leaning against the doorjamb, I watch her apply lip gloss in the mirror. We got home a couple hours ago, each of us separating and promising to meet at SeaBird at eight, though now that I’m here, the idea of leaving when I could spend the night in with Finley grows less and less appealing with each passing second.
As she leans close to her reflection, her ass pops back, and I swear the girl’s doing it on purpose. Driving me nuts. Making me want to grab her waist and grind against her just because I can. Just because she’s mine. Just because she’s stolen one of my sweaters, and it hangs off her shoulder, giving me a glimpse of her creamy skin. If our friends weren’t waiting for us, I’d do it. I’d take her. Right here. Right now.
“Like what you see?” she quips, well aware I’m practically salivating at the view in front of me. However, the hot pink sweats I’d expected when she announced that denim is officially dead to her have been replaced with a pair of gray joggers. They look eerily familiar.
As I scan her up and down, I ask, “Are those mine?”
She peeks over her shoulder, grins, and slides the cap on her lip gloss. “Maybe.”
“Did I say you could steal my clothes?”
“It’s adorable how you think I need to ask permission.” Her hips sway as she moves toward me, locking her arms around my neck. “PS, can I tell you how bummed I am that I didn’t get to see you kick ass against the Rangers last night? I heard you were amazing.”
Part of me wants to ask if she honestly thinks I didn’t notice the not-so-thinly-veiled subject change or how she has no issue stealing my shit. The other part? Well, I find her arrogance hot as fuck, and I think we both know it.
Giving in, I kiss the tip of her nose and loop my armsaround her waist. “It was a good game. And you can watch me kick ass against the Rangers the next time they’re at LAU.”