Page 17 of Stalked By the Cornerback

True to his word, he led us straight to the coffee cart, where we each ordered a large coffee with milk and sugar and an almond croissant. We sat down on a bench and people watched while we ate and drank.

It was nice. More than nice, it was perfect. I’d never felt the way I did around a guy like I did with Dylan.

“This was good,” he shared, popping the last bite of the croissant into his mouth. “You sure you don’t want another?” he offered. My eyes widened and my lips twitched. I hadn’t even finished half yet.

“I’m good.”

“I eat a lot.” He shrugged, and I glanced down at the baked good on my lap and squirmed.I eat a lot.My dirty mind went to all sorts of places, and I had a feeling he could see it written all over my face. But like a gentleman, he didn’t bring it up.

“How’s practice going?” I asked, trying to make small talk and not think about how much he ate and he didn’t.

Especially since the wet heat pooled between my thighs. An image of him on his knees popped into my head. One I couldn’t blink away. Both of us exactly where we were, sitting on a bench, but without anyone around the campus cloaked in darkness. He’d slip off the bench and kneel in front of me, his muscular body shifting between my legs, so big and tall he might be able to block me from anyone’s view. I’d swallow hard, my sex throbbing for his attention. His big paw-like hands would touch the top of my thighs and leave trails of heat in their wake. His fingers would slowly, almost like the sweetest torture, move up the skirt of my dress, and without saying a word, his eyes would demand for me to open my thighs.

And I would.

Oh god, I didn’t think there would be anything I’d deny him when it came to him toying with my body. Dylan would place my feet on the edges of the bench, and when he’d look down, he’dtskat me for going bare beneath my sundress. His blue green eyes would darken like the deepest pools of island waters before licking his lips.

“Mattie?” he called, and I shook my head.Oh god! I spaced out into a dirty fantasy.

“What?” I squeaked, and his brow rose.

“I was saying practice has been good.” I nodded, trying to pay attention while I ignored the heat on my face. He shrugged. “I mean, it’s hard with a new quarterback, but I think the rookie will be ready by the time the season starts.” I smiled. If he could tell what I had been thinking about, he didn’t let on.

“I think you’re right. He doesn’t look bad; he just needs to grow more of a relationship with the guys on the team,” I added. I had been watching every practice I could. Not because of Dylan but because I genuinely loved the sport.

“It doesn’t help that he just transferred and is new. I don’t think he has a crew of friends yet.”

“That’s so weird, isn’t it? A player like that in that kind of position, here of all places, not knowing anyone.”

“I don’t know. Bridges and Goodwin know what they’re doing, so hopefully, it will work out. Especially coming off such a great season.” They were state champions.

“I’m sure it will be okay. How’s your internship? How do you like working with the trainers?”

“I like it. I feel right at home there. I mean, some of the players?—“

“Tucker?”

“He’s just a jerk.” I shrugged off.

“Has he bothered you before?” I knew I couldn’t lie.

“Not really.”

“What does that mean?”

“He was in to get his calf iced and…” I sighed. “He got kinda pissy when I didn’t fawn over him trying to talk to me,” I sharedquietly and watched his jaw clench so tightly it was almost painful. My hand moved up between us and stroked his face. “Relax, you’re going to hurt yourself,” I whispered. I loved the way he leaned into my touch.

“Mattie—“

“I promise, I’m fine. I just worry… You won’t get in trouble, will you?” My hands dropped from his face down to my lap.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It matters to me,” I responded. My hand sought his before I could stop myself, and his eyes turned warmer than I had ever seen them.

“You worried about me, Mattie?”

“Yes,” I admitted.

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