Page 51 of Stalked By the Assistant Coach

“You stalked me. Watched me without me knowing,” she clipped, and I nodded. There was no denying it.

Not when she had caught me with my hand in the proverbial cookie jar. “You’re right.”

“You stole from me.”

“Nothing that really mattered.”

“I loved that cardigan,” she argued halfheartedly.

“Do you forgive me?” She turned her head, her dark eyes still on mine, her glasses slightly skewed.

“I don’t know.” Interesting. My ladybug wasn’t afraid, that was clear. My eyes dropped to her chest, and my lips tipped upward. She was turned on. Not scared.

She liked this.

She wasn’t afraid of me.

“Hmm,” I pretended to contemplate. “I get why you’re upset. Scared maybe.” She opened her mouth, and when her eyes dropped from mine, I felt like some of the lead that had settled deep in my gut lifted. Kaitlyn’s poker face left a lot to be desired. Thankfully for me, I knew it. She couldn’t lie, and she even didn’t try.

She wasn’t scared. She wasn’t terrified of me.

And fuck me, the fact fed hope inside of me. Blowing up like a hot air balloon.

“Look at me.” I didn’t miss the plea in my voice.

“You caught me. Just… let me go,” she whispered without doing as I’d asked.

I noticed the way her eyes kept bouncing toward the bed. The worry I was too much for her to handle started to disappear completely. This thing, this obsession, wasn’t too much for her to accept.

I should have known. Kaitlyn had been made for me. My girl was fucking perfection. Some of the knots in my gut loosened. She was looking at the bed because she wanted what I’d threatened. I slowly inched us closer to the bed.

“Wha—what are you doing?” she asked breathily. There was a hint of something there, but it wasn’t fear. There couldn’t be when even though I was moving us slowly toward the bed she was freely taking the steps. I wasn’t pushing her or dragging her. I snickered against the shell of her ear.

“I told you what would happen if you tried to run,” I reminded her, and when she let out a little moan, my dick jerked behind my shorts.

She wanted me to tie her up.

Beg for her forgiveness with my mouth between her legs until her thighs shook and she cried out my name.

“Red, you can’t be serious,” she whimpered. One of my hands on her waist moved up, beneath the fabric of my shirt she was wearing.

“Dead serious.” The tips of my fingers dragged against her belly button and up to cup her breast.

“Red!” she gasped. I smiled, feeling the tightened bud of her nipple between my fingers.

“Shh…” I licked the shell of her ear. “Look at you, ladybug. You’re turned on.”

“It’s you.” She pouted, and I smiled broadly. My other hand moved from her waist and reached for what I knew was inside the box of things that I had been packing. I wasn’t holding on to her now. If she really wanted to leave, she could.

We both knew it.

But she didn’t.

Kait leaned into me, the back of her head resting against my shoulder as I licked and kissed her neck. Once I had what I was looking for, my arm returned to her waist.

“I’m sorry,” I rumbled against her cheek before I turned her around, dropping my hands to her waist. Her eyes drew up to me, and even though she was confused and frustrated about what she had discovered, I could still see the love she felt for me.

Love I would never take for granted.