Page 19 of Stalked By the Cornerback

“Mattie, can I kiss you?” he rasped. His words took a moment for my poor brain to process. “Tell me to stop. Please, beautiful.”

“Please don’t,” I whispered, getting lost in the blue-green haze of his gaze.

“Don’t kiss you?” Dylan froze and slightly jerked away.

It was only two inches of space, but the fact he was ready to give me what he thought I wanted, even if it cost him, made something inside of me go all warm and mushy. It made the trust I had started to have in him during the last semester keep growing.

“No.” Confusion filled his eyes, and I quickly corrected it. “Please don’t stop and kiss me. I think… I think I’ve been waiting for this forever,” I admitted. Probably giving away too much, but I was too deep in the bubble we were in to stop and second-guess myself.

“Fuck,” he cursed, almost to himself, before his big hand rose between us. His touch was so light, so tender, my eyes shut. Emotions were getting the better of me. My lips parted as my breathing grew heavier. Warmer. I soaked in every sensation of his palm on my cheek. The rough callouses, the heat of his skin on mine. It made me crave so much more.

“Mattie,” he rasped, “I kiss you right now?—“

“Please,” I cut him off, all but begging for him to touch his lips to mine. I squirmed while I waited. When he didn’t kiss me, my eyes opened. I watched his lock with mine. The intensity in that blue-green gaze made my nipples tighten even more, rubbing against the lace material of the bra I had chosen to wear under my sundress.

“Do you not want to?” I asked breathily, and he groaned as his head jerked back and forth.

“That’s not it.” He swallowed. The movement made my eyes lock on his thickly corded neck. I pressed my lips together to stop myself from doing something crazy like lean forward and lick him there.

“I kiss you, Mattie, you’re mine.” His voice sounded rich and deep. His nose brushed against mine almost as softly as he stroked the apple of my cheek.If he kisses me, I’ll be his? I am more than okay with that.

“I kiss you, shortcake, you’re mine,” he repeated in the most possessive tone I’d ever heard. One that if it came from anyone else, I wouldn’t have appreciated it, but it coming from Dylan sounded sinfully delicious and so right I found myself leaning closer to him. “And you need to know, I don’t share,” he roughly added.

My chest rose and fell, and my thighs pressed together. “What if I don’t share, either?” I watched his lips that had been set in a stern line tilt upward.

“I wouldn’t mind that at fucking all. Not when you’re the only one I want,” he admitted. An overwhelming need washed through me.Is this really happening?

He must have felt the same way. Before I knew it, the two of us closed the small amount of space between us, but even before our lips touched, he held still, holding my face in his hand, silently giving me a moment to change my mind.

“Dylan,” I gasped.

“Baby, I’m trying to be a good guy here,” he gruffly mumbled. His hooded eyes focused on my mouth. “I take that pretty pout of yours, I find out how you taste, I know I won’t be able to stop.” He sounded so tortured.

If I hadn’t been so damn needy, I would have asked what he meant.

“You are,” I whined. “Please,” I asked again, hardly recognizing myself. All I knew was that being this close to Dylan, in my bedroom, made me ache for so much more.

The sound he made, a deep growl that was almost animalistic, made a bigger mess of my panties. Time felt like it slowed down and rushed by at the same time. His hold on my face tightened, and I lost the ability to breathe. His thumb stroked the side of my face, and my eyes fluttered shut as he moved in just that little bit that separated is.

When his lips touched mine, everything else, even my name, faded from my brain. Those first few moments were simply a pressing of our mouths. Our lips danced over one another. Sweet and innocent.Slow.Completely the opposite of how I thought he’d kiss but not any less beautiful.

Dylan’s fingers slid into my hair, and when he tilted my face the way he wanted, he didn’t hesitate in deepening the kiss. His tongue, warm and thick, skimmed the edges of my lips. I trembled, parting my lips, giving him access to my mouth.

Wet and rough.

His tongue dove into my mouth, and my hands gripped the material of the shirt he wore. I clung to him, giving him everything his mouth wordlessly demanded. It was beautiful. Intense and passionate. Wet and deep. He tasted like coffee and almond croissant mixed with the mint I had offered him when we got to my dorm.Great thinking ahead!a little voice in my head cheered. That little voice disappeared when his free hand wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me onto his lap. Igasped against his mouth when I straddled him, my thighs going over his.

“Dylan.” I swallowed, my fingers pressed into the muscles. I hovered right above him, not exactly pressing my core to his thickness, just hovering there. Mostly because of inexperience and not knowing what I was supposed to do.

The skirt of my dress skimmed the back of my thighs, making me feel so empty. “Sit on my lap, baby girl,” he ordered, almost like he knew I needed the instruction.

“Oh god,” I cried as I dropped down slowly. My eyes opened when I felt him. “You’re hard,” I blurted out, and he groaned.

“I’m always hard when it comes to you,” he admitted. His hands on my hips tightened their grip, and something came over me. I pressed my front to his, putting us flush against one another, so close I doubted a sheet of paper fit between us. My lips touched the edge of his jaw.

“That’s not true. It can’t be,” I whispered, making my way back to his lips.

“Fuck,” he cursed. “You have no idea. Every damn day sitting next to you all semester. It was heaven and hell.”

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