Page 15 of Stalked By the Assistant Coach

“Home with you?” Red had bought a house when he took the job and never not once invited me over.

At the beginning, he’d said it was because he was fixing it up and didn’t want me to see the mess, but then he stopped bringing up having me over. I’d thought it was because he’d either met someone or was slowly shaking me off, too involved with his new life away from me to want me around.

“Home,” he repeated. Going home with Red sounded great. And like the worst idea possible.

This was not what I had planned, not at all, when I decided to have this talk with him. The whole day had turned into something unexpected. Good or bad? I wasn’t sure yet. Everything inside me was yelling at me to see it through. But a small part of me, a very frightened and slightly freaked-out side, took over.

“I don’t know.” I licked my lips and jumped off the desk.

“What are you doing?” His manly brows bunched together.

“I should head back to Beech Grove. You know how much I hate to drive in the dark without my contacts,” I mumbled, running my fingers through my hair. I wasn’t making sense. Going home was the last thing I wanted to do.

“How many times do I have to tell you to get the anti-glare coating on your glasses?” he scolded, and before I knew it, he had pulled my glasses off my face. His blurry image cleaned them. This was a never-ending argument.

“I didn’t want to spend the extra eighty bucks,” I muttered, and I didn’t have to see him clearly to know the pinched look he was most likely giving me.

“I would have paid for it.”

“I don’t need you to—” I started to say, but he interrupted me.

“But I would have,” he huffed, “You never let me take care of you.” Red shook his head, and I sighed. Gently, he placed my glasses back on my face, and he was clearer than ever.

“Look, I came for a reason, and as sweet as that kiss was, I need?—"

“Sweet?” he repeated. “You think that kiss was sweet?” he all but growled. If I hadn't been so confused about the turns the day had taken, I would have laughed.

“Red—” I started, but for every step he took forward, I took one back, until the back of my thighs touched his desk again. “Red—" But he didn’t stop.

He leaned his strong, powerful body over mine, making me lean back on his desk until I was lying flat on it. His body over mine.

“That kiss was a lot of things, but if you for one second think it was sweet, I obviously didn’t do it right.”

“Red,” I whispered.

“How, I have no idea. All I’ve been doing has been imagining it. Running it through my head over and over. What our first kiss would be.”

“Red, you don’t have to say that. We can stay friends. Just please don’t lie to me. Not about this."

"Jesus fucking Christ,” he hissed before his lips touched mine and we got lost in the moment. Heat and passion rendered me breathless. When his mouth found that sweet spot on my neck again, I moaned. Loudly.

“I’ve thought of that, too.”

“What?”

“Those pretty little noises you’d make.”

“You did?" I asked in a haze and felt him nod against my neck.

“Fuck yeah. But the problem is, you can’t make those noises. Not here,” he whispered. “I don’t want to kill my players if they heard you,” he mumbled, and something came over me. I giggled.

“You’re crazy.”

“I’m serious.” He pulled his face, and I felt him grind his thickness between my legs.

"Red," I gasped. I felt like I was burning with an ache I knew would never be extinguished. “Red, oh god.”

“I would kill them for even looking at you, bug.”