Page 70 of Her Coach

I might as well have been.

“Colton,” she gasped as my mouth pulled away from hers just to fall to her neck.

I growled as my teeth nipped at her pulse point. “Such a sweet girl for me, laying there so gingerly.”

She whimpered. “Colton, please.”

I picked up my head and smirked. “Please, what?”

Her eyes begged me. “Colton.”

I reached down and tugged at her pouty lower lip with my teeth. “Use your words, beautiful. I know you’ve got them in there somewhere.”

She swatted my chest playfully, but she was a good girl. Much too good to resist such a command. However, her words caught me off-guard.

“I don’t want you to change anything,” she whispered.

My brow ticked together, and I tilted my head as I hovered above her. The look on my face must’ve said it all, because she answered before I could even spit out the question. She raised her hand to my stubbled cheek, cupping it softly, and pinned me with such an angelic look that I swear to hell on high, it could’ve redeemed the devil in me.

“I don’t want to redo what happened last time,” she said softly, her thumb stroking over my cheek. “I did what I did last time because it was the right time for me. Despite what you might think, you didn’t take anything from me. Please, don’t redo it because you think you did something wrong. I don’t want you to touch me just because you think you got it wrong. I want you to touch me because you want to. Not because you feel you must for my sake.”

Goddamn it, this woman was going to be the end of me.

And if I wasn’t careful, she’d be the end of my career.

“You think I don’t want to touch you?” I asked.

She blinked. “Colton, I didn’t mean⁠—.”

I slid my hand into her hair, grasping it tightly, and she gasped as I kept her eyes connected with mine. “You think there isn’t an inch of you that I don’t want to caress with my tongue?”

She shivered beneath me. “Colton.”

I leaned down into her face, so close that I felt her breath pulsing against my nose. “You think I don’t want to sink myself inside of you right now, rip that precious virginity away from you, and claim you as mine for the entire town to hear?”

Her cheeks flushed. Her voice grew breathless. And the second her eyes fell to my lips, I knew I had her.

“Kiss me again,” she whispered.

Instead of plunging my tongue back into her mouth, however, I returned to the expanse of her neck. I nuzzled along her pulse point, feeling her body opening up to me as I pressed open-mouthed kisses down the swells and valleys of her body. She had softness everywhere. I cupped her tits, feeling their hefted handfuls against my palm. She spread those legs for me, peeling those thick thighs back to release the scent of womanhood that dragged me further down her body.

I hitched her dress up to her hips before I settled between those pillowy thighs of hers.

I groaned at the sight of her not wearing underwear.

“Jesus fuck, you’re going to be the death of me,” I growled.

I’m sure her giggle was supposed to usher in a set of words she probably rehearsed all night. But I didn’t give her a chance to spit it out. Instead, I dove my tongue between her humidity-soaked pussy lips, lapping up her saltiness and relishing the way she squirmed against me. Her hands found my hair. Her nails raked softly against my scalp as she pulled me closer. I felt that little mound of hers pulsing against my tongue. Growing with need as its shielded hood pulled back with every swipe of my tongue.

Her sounds held me hostage as her hips bucked against my face.

“Colton. Colton. Fuck. Please. So good. Oh, shit.”

“That’s it,” I growled against her pussy as I moved my face side to side, tickling her sensitive area with my stubble.

Her thighs quivered against my cheeks, and I turned my head long enough to suck a dollop of excess in between my teeth. She whimpered and moaned, trying to wiggle free as I lapped and sucked and teased. I wanted her marked. I wanted her to wake up in the morning with nothing on her body except the evidence of my want for her.

I growled as her juices dripped down my chin.