Page 45 of Stalked By the Linebacker

“Anyone could be behind you, princess. Watching you. Following you.”

I had no idea why his words sent a thrill down my spine.

But then again, Hector could probably read me an old encyclopedia, and it would have the same effect. Well, maybe not the same effect, but close. Wetness pooled between my thighs. Every breeze that picked up and washed through me reminded me of just how wet I was.

“Or they could be in front of you, waiting to pounce that pretty little body.” I turned and jumped.

Hector was wearing black dress pants and a matching button-up dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms.

“You scared me,” I muttered, ending the call and slipping the phone back into my pocket.

Hector’s obsession hadn’t changed.

If anything, I was pretty sure it had grown and evolved into something so much more. Not that I was complaining. Not when it meant he was mine. And if I was honest, I was pretty obsessed with him, too.

After graduation, we’d been accepted to the same medical school and then the same places for our residencies. I was almost positive he had something to do with it, but I never asked. Hector always watched over and took care of me. I never doubted where I stood with him.

I was his priority.

Before we graduated from college, I’d had a serious heart-to-heart with him. He had decided not to enter the draft, and I had worried he was giving up the possibility of a professional football career for me. I knew how good he was. He’d been named the best linebacker in the league, and it had been big news when he didn’t enter the draft. I didn’t want him to look back on his life and regret not going after something he had worked so hard for. He’d held me tightly when he told me he was done with football. He loved what he’d done and how far he’d gone, but he was ready for more. He needed more.

“Look at you in this sexy little dress,” he admired.

Even after being together for four years and married for two, he still made me blush. I had a feeling that would never change. He glanced over his shoulder and took me by the hand, rushing me toward a tree. Excitement rushed through me.

I knew that look.

I’d seen it countless times when we’d been in school and finished up our residencies. We might have been at the same place, but it didn’t mean we worked every shift together, and we had learned how to be quick and subtle in secret corners of the hospital.

The black night wrapped around us. Hector might not play football anymore, but it didn’t mean that had changed how fit he was. The man was a solid wall of muscle. And in that moment, that wall caged me against the tree trunk. His fingertips tilted my face up, forcing me to look into the eyes of my forever.

“You look so fucking good in this sexy little dress, Libby.”

“Hector,” I whispered.

“It’s new, isn’t it?” I nodded. I’d bought it on a whim, making sure to FaceTime with Blanca to get her opinion on it. “It reminds me of that dress from the party. So fucking innocent. Sweet. So damn mine,” he growled before his face dipped into the crook of my neck.

His muscular thigh moved between my legs, lodging it perfectly against me to give me the friction I needed.

I loved how well we fit.

He licked and sucked and bit my sensitive flesh, knowing very well I’d have to wear a higher-collared scrub top tomorrow because there would be no other way to hide his love marks.

But I didn’t care.

It was worth it.

We were insatiable for each other.

“More,” I whimpered, and the sound he made vibrated against my skin. I was no longer chilly. But then again, I was never cold around Hector. He made sure to keep me nice and warm and safe.

His hand hitched up my thighs and below the hem of my dress. Teasing my bare sex. “No panties?” he growled. “Mi vida, you better tell me this isn’t how you’ve been all day long.”

“Just when I left,” I admitted. “I hoped you—” I couldn’t finish my thought. Not when he teased me the way he did.

“Would pop by and find you?” His nose brushed against mine, and I sighed. “Drag you into the darkness and have my way with you where anyone could see?”. The darkness in his tone made me nod enthusiastically.

There was something exciting about knowing we could be caught.

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