Page 56 of Coach's Temptation

Hunter stops breathing. A muscle jumps in his jaw.

He knows what I’m doing.

And you know what… he’slettingme do it.

A thrill shoots through me, a dangerously sexy mix of power and desire. My body flushes hot. This is breaking every rule we’ve set, but right now, I don’t care. I never cared.

I cup his cock through his pants, my palm pressing against the hard length of him. He grunts, a sound that sends shivers down my spine and makes my release my own involuntary noise.

And then… he lets go.

Hunter’s head drops back against the cabinets, a low groan escaping his lips as I roll my palm over his thick dick. His eyes close, his hips shift against my hand, and for a moment, he looks almost vulnerable.

I keep my hand steady, feeling him throb against my palm, rubbing up and down through his pants.

My own breathing quickens as I press harder, savoring the heat and hardness beneath my hand.

“Natalie…” His voice is strained with need, his hand moving to the back of my head.

“Relax, Coach,” I murmur, echoing my earlier words with a teasing lilt. “Let me take care of you.”

My thighs squeeze together. I swear I can feel the heat of his stare on my skin.

His cock throbs beneath my palm.

Slowly,so slowly, I press my fingers into him, feeling the hard outline of his zipper, the thick, pulsing weight of him straining against his slacks.

I need more, and I push on my feet to start ripping his belt buckle open, but before I even get the latch unhooked, his hands are on me.

"Fuck, baby. Come here."

Hunter's hands are hard against me, spinning and slamming me against the granite counter, knocking the breath from my lungs.

His warm mouth crashes into mine, hot and demanding. His lips devour me like a man starved, teeth grazing my bottom lip, drawing it in and sucking down on it hard.

"Christ, woman." He growls against my skin. "You know this breaks our rules."

I moan against him. "No."

He pulls back, eyes burning into me. "What did you say?"

"I said no. It doesn't." I swipe my tongue over my lips, tasting every last drop of him as his heavy breathing pauses. "This isn't your house. The rules don't apply here."

For a second, I see his mind ticking over. Then, he takes full advantage of the loop hole that seems to work for both of us right now.

His tongue sweeps into my mouth, those big, strong hands grip my hips, fingers digging in as he yanks me against him. The hard length I was just teasing now presses against my stomach, making me whimper with need.

His kiss is relentless, possessive.

No gentle exploration - just pure lust.

He tastes like whiskey and victory and everything I've been craving ever since he told me we had to stop. Thing is... I never want to stop. Not with him.

My hands fist in his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer.

A hand slides up my back, tangling in my hair to angle my head exactly how he wants it. The other grips my hip harder, grinding me against him as I raise my leg to hook over his body.

I'm drowning in him.

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