And I freeze.Heat floods my face.
“Oh my God—” I gasp.
My first instinct is embarrassment.
Mortification.
But Noah?
Noah looks like he just discovered the meaning of life.
His head tips back, eyes dark with awe and satisfaction as the last tremors of his own release roll through him.
Then he hums softly—low and rough—and grabs my wrist before I can pull away.
Tingles run down my arm as he lifts my hand.
Before I can protest, he presses my fingers—still wet with my slick—to his mouth.
His tongue drags slowly across them, his eyes locked on mine the whole time.
The gesture is shameless.
Unapologetic.
And somehow deeply reverent all at once.
The look on his face makes my breath catch again.
Like this moment—messy and real and completely unfiltered—is the most incredible thing he’s ever experienced.
And instead of embarrassment?
Something warm and fierce blooms inside my chest.
Because the way Noah looks at me right now?
It’s like I’m not something to hide.
I’m something to celebrate.
For the first time in my life, I really feel like it, too.
And it’s all because of him.
The team hooker.
The only man I have ever been in love with.
Noah.
Epilogue 1: Chiara
The rest of the tournament flies by in rugby wins and passionate nights with Noah.
Now, it’s the charity gala and it is exactly as over-the-top as I expected.
Crystal chandeliers.
