Page 62 of Coach's Temptation

The sky is a breathtaking sweep of stars. The blanket is wrapped around us, trapping our warmth, the scent of hot chocolate and her vanilla shampoo lingering between us as we lay there together.

We’ve been here for a while. Minutes, maybe hours.

She's opened herself up like never before, revealing her struggles and the deepest desires of her heart.

And me? I can't help but cling to every word she says, taking it all in, making damn sure I keep the knowledge of every detail so I can make it right for this amazing woman.

But still, that kiss lingers between us.

The unspoken thing from the party the other night. The line we crossed but never talked about. It's here, in the air, swirling like some kind of suspended puck in overtime.

Just hanging there, waiting for one of us to take the shot.

I should be thinking about the game in two days. I should be thinking about strategy, sweeping the series and progressing into the next round.

Instead, all I can think about is her.

And that damn fairytale that she deserves.

Her hand shifts under the blanket, just slightly, brushing against my stomach.

A small movement. Innocent.

Except it’s not.

Natalie tilts her head up, cheek grazing my jaw. “You've gone quiet. You’re thinking about it again, aren't you?”

I exhale sharply, my grip tightening on her hip as she lays on my chest. “I’m trying not to.”

She smiles, softly. “Me too.”

She sighs. Not just any sigh. A slow, dreamy, lingering breath that fans across my skin.

Like she’s remembering. Like she’s thinking about the last time our lips touched. Like she wants it again just as badly as I do.

And that sound?

It undoes me.

The stars blur into a hazy backdrop as I pull her closer, our blanket forgotten. My lips crash into hers, a collision of pent-up need and frustration. Weeks of denial shatter in an instant.

My hands find her hips, pulling her into my lap. I pin her against me, feeling every curve, every inch of her pressed against my hard length. She moans, the sound vibrating through me as she grinds against me.

I grit my teeth, groaning into her mouth. "Fuck, Natalie."

"Hunter…"

My hands slide over her back, down her ass, gripping it firmly as her mouth moves over mine, her tongue slipping inmy mouth, rolling over mine until I groan at the taste I've been dying for.

She gasps, breaking the kiss.

"Are you sure about this?" Her voice is breathy, her big beautiful eyes wide with heat and desire.

I'd be a damn fool to say no right now.

I look into her eyes. "I've never been more sure of anything."

She bites her lip, her hands tangling in my hair as she pulls me back into a kiss. This time, it’s slower, more deliberate.

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