Page 10 of Stalked By the Coach

Heat floods my cheeks. I'm powerless to resist him. "Okay."

I call my parents, hating the lie that slips so easily from my lips. They think I'm staying late to practice. If only they knew where I was really going.

My hands shake as I follow Burke to his house, a modest two-story in a quiet neighborhood. When he opens the door, the scent of cedar and bergamot envelops me.

He takes my hand, leading me to the living room. A crackling fire casts a warm glow over the space. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"No, I'm okay." I perch on the edge of the sofa, nerves coiling in my stomach.

Burke sits beside me, his knee brushing mine. I stare into the fire, acutely aware of his proximity. "Lydia, we can't ignore this anymore." His voice is rough with emotion. "I'm in love with you."

A gasp catches in my throat. He feels it too, this pull between us that refuses to be denied. I turn to him, meeting his gaze. "I love you too."

His eyes darken, pupils dilating with desire. He cups my cheek, his touch igniting my skin. "The world may think this is wrong, but I can't stay away from you."

"I don't want you to," I whisper.

He brushes his lips over mine in a feather-light kiss that makes me ache for more. "If we do this, there's no going back. I'm fuckingobsessedwith you. Do you understand me? You'll be Daddy's little girl forever," he warns me, his eyes darkening on his taboo statement.

I surge forward, spurred to near madness by Burke's filthy possessive words. I crush my mouth to his. It's all the answer he needs.

He groans, pulling me onto his lap. Our kisses deepen, tongues tangling, breaths coming fast.

There's no more room for doubts or worries. All that's left is desire, raw and unrelenting, consuming me until I'm lost in the sweet abandon of his embrace.

He lifts me, carrying me down a hallway to his bedroom. My heart pounds as he kicks the door closed behind us.

This is it.

He sets me on my feet at the foot of the bed, his hands roaming over my body. I tug at his shirt, desperate to feel his bare skin against mine.

He pulls back just long enough to strip off his clothes before claiming my mouth again. We stumble onto the bed, limbs entangled, feverish kisses igniting my blood.

I cry out as his lips blaze a trail down my neck. He lifts my shirt over my head, hands cupping my breasts through my bra. "So beautiful," he murmurs, gazing at me with reverence.

He unhooks my bra, baring my chest to his heated gaze. I squirm under the intensity of his stare, nerves and desire warring within me.

"Relax, baby." He brushes his thumbs over my nipples, sending sparks through my body. "I'm going to take such good care of you."

He lowers his head, teasing one taut peak with his tongue. A jolt rockets through me, settling between my legs. I whimper, tangling my hands in his hair to hold him there.

He lavishes attention on my other breast before trailing kisses down my stomach. His fingers hook into my waistband, slowly dragging my pants and panties off.

I'm completely bare before him, flushed and aching. He looks up at me, eyes glowing with love and lust. "So perfect." His voice is rough with desire. "All mine."

He settles between my thighs, parting me with his fingers. I cry out as his tongue finds my center, teasing and stroking. Pleasure builds within me, intensifying with each flick of his tongue until I come undone, back arching off the bed as ecstasy crashes over me in waves.

I'm still trembling in the aftermath of my release when Burke lifts his head. Our eyes meet, and a surge of desire floods through me at the sight of my arousal glistening on his lips.

"I need to be inside you," he rasps. He strips off his clothes and crawls up my body, pinning me beneath him.

The hard length of him presses against my inner thigh, evoking a fresh wave of need. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him against me.

He captures my mouth in a searing kiss, thrusting his tongue between my lips to tangle with mine. I can taste myself on him, spice and heat that fuels the fire burning within.

One hand finds my hip while the other guides him to my entrance. He pushes inside in one smooth stroke, stretching and filling me. We moan in unison at the exquisite sensation.

"Oh, fuck. So tight, baby. So tight...that little thing is strangling Daddy's cock, honey."

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