Page 14 of Stalked By the Linebacker

“What?” I gasped, trying to make sense of his words, but his tone was too low and the words spoken too quickly for me to catch on.

“Babe, do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do this?”

“You have?” I forced my eyes to open and was met head-on with his intense stare.

“Way too long,” he answered almost gravely. My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. This was the thing my teenage self had daydreamed about!

“But…” I didn’t have the right words. “I’m just me and you’re?—“

“Shh.” His nose brushed against mine, and everything in my head quieted. All that existed, all I could ever want was right there in front of me. “Come on.” He stepped back, and the cool air-conditioned air hit me. I missed his closeness immediately. I was about to ask where he wanted to go, when his hand took mine and he started to pull me toward his bed.

And that was when I stopped dead in my tracks.

My feet suddenly felt nailed down to the floor. His head tilted. I could feel the questions as he watched me.

“Libby?”

“Umm…” I pressed my lips together. Everything inside of me was saying to go for it. To rip the clothes off my body and let him have me. A man like Hector, a star football player, more than likely had a line of co-eds all too happy and waiting to let him do anything he could possibly want to them. They’d have the experience and knowledge to please him, too.

Not like me.

I’d had my one and only other kiss during that spin the bottle game, and that had been it. I was a virgin. I tried to get myself off a couple of times, but every time I tried, I didn’t get there. Or at least I didn’t think I did. I wasn’t really sure. That’s how badly inexperienced I was. If I joined him in bed, I’d make a bigger fool out of myself!

“I should go,” I blurted. I turned around and started toward the door, but before I touched the knob, his body caged mine. His body heat radiated off my body but didn’t touch me.

His hands rested against the wood of the door above my head, but his lips? Those were on my cheek. And again, with anyone else, any other guy who cornered or used his body the way Hector was, I’d have screamed for help.

But not with Hector. Never with Hector.

Even as he used his size against me, whether he realized it or not, I felt safe. With him, the throbbing and wetness between my legs grew deeper, warmer.

“What just happened, princess?”

“I’m not a princess,” I mumbled with a hint of sass. Sass I didn’t give anyone!

“Libby, look at me. Please?”

“I just think I should go home,” I said just above a whisper. Part of me, well, a lot of me, wanted to shut me up. Do as he asked. Let him lead me to his bed and punch my v-card. Let him teach me a thing or a million of them.

But the fear of embarrassing myself or not looking a certain way started to drown me. What if he was into girls who waxed? I was trimmed down there but not hairless. What if I was?—

“You want to go home? Or you think you should?” His questions snapped me out of my thoughts. My shoulders rose and fell, but I didn’t turn to face him.

“Libby, mi vida, look at me.”Mi vida? My life?The sweet, gentle term of endearment caught my attention. I glanced over my shoulder, and our eyes locked. “There you are. What did I do?” There was something in his gaze. It was genuine and warm, and somehow, I knew it was just for me.

“We were going to your… umm…” I felt my face heat up and could only imagine how red I’d turned.

“To my bed?” he guessed. I nodded, shoving my glasses back up the bridge of my nose.

“Yeah.” I heard his hands slide down the door slowly, almost like he was giving me a moment to escape, but I had a feeling I was already very much tangled in his web.

His hands dropped to my waist. Slowly, and oh so gently, he turned me around and bent so we were at eye level.

“You’re tired.”

“Right,” I lied. I mean, I had been, but that kiss had woken me up.

“So, I was taking you to my bed so I could grab you a shirt and some shorts and you could get into bed.”

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