Page 54 of Stalked By the Assistant Coach

“Umm…” She sounded distracted, and I grinned. I loved that this whole thing was happening, and she still managed to somehow lose her train of thought at seeing my body.

“Bug, which one?”

“From school. You tossed it in the donation box and?—"

“You took it?” I guessed. Her eyes met mine when she nodded.

“And maybe a T-shirt you let me borrow after that one car wash fundraiser for the drama club.”

“Which one?” She had talked me into countless fundraisers.

“The last one,” she admitted, and my body stilled.

The last one. When she’d known I was going to leave to coach at U of D.

“I keep it under my pillow because it smells like you,” she admitted. My cock felt like it was going to implode.

“Kait—"

“I know… I just… I don’t know, maybe… maybe, despite how wrong it was or how long this thing took for us to find ourselves here, maybe this is how it’s supposed to be. How we’re supposed to be.” I shifted and covered her body with mine. I ignored the way the head of my dick rested perfectly against her warm entrance.

“There's no maybe about it. You were made for me, ladybug,” I hoarsely whispered. My head dipped down, and my lips brushed against hers.

I had no idea how the hell I kept enough control not to deepen the kiss, but when I pulled back, I knew it was the right call. Kait’s dark eyes were soft and warm as she stared up at me, hooking her legs around my waist.

“I kinda like knowing you were watching me. Maybe that’s why…”

“What?”

“Even though I was lonely last year, I never not once felt unsafe. Maybe part of me knew you were there with me, watching me.”

“Always.” My hands moved to stroke her shoulders. “I don’t think I can stop watching you,” I admitted. Even though there was a hint of a smile on her lips, it was the softness in her eyes that made me feel better.

“Maybe I don’t want you to.”

“Fuck.” My head dipped down and rested against her collarbone. “You’re still in trouble, though.” I winked when my gaze rose and locked with hers. She giggled. The sound quickly turned to a soft moan as I slipped inside of her.

Only the tip.

I pulled back and pushed it forward.

Teasing both of us until she was so fucking wet, I knew she could take me in one thrust. But I didn’t do that.

I was a man of my word.

I might be an obsessed one, but she needed to know I would always do as I promised. It took all my fucking control to pull out of her heat and ignore the soft whimper she made as I kissed my way down her body. I made sure not to miss an inch as I made my way down to her thighs.

“Red, you don’t have to?—"

“I want to.” My tongue ran over my teeth. “I told you what would happen if you ran.”

“Red—"

“And you ran because you liked the idea of this, didn’t you, bug?”

“Yes,” she admitted. Her eyes flared to life, and I nudged my nose against her thighs.

“You know what that means, then, don’t you? I told you what would happen if you ran,” I rasped as I pulled her thighs over my shoulder.