Page 13 of Stalked By the Coach

I reluctantly release Lydia from my embrace. We hurriedly dress, exchanging longing looks and fleeting touches, savoring each second together.

When she's fully clothed again, I pull her into my arms once more. "I don't want this to end," I murmur into her hair.

"Me neither." Her voice trembles. "But we have to be careful."

I know she's right, yet part of me wants to throw caution to the wind. To shout our love from the rooftops and damn the consequences.

But I can't do that to her. I'm the one who should know better. She's so young, her whole life ahead of her. I'm just her coach. I have a duty to protect her, not take advantage—

Lydia frames my face in her hands. "Stop it. I know this is right. What we have is real."

Her conviction touches me. I cling to it like a lifeline as we steal one another searing kiss.

"You're exquisite," I rasp, trailing kisses along her jawline. "The way you move, the sounds you make...you drive me wild."

A faint blush colors Lydia's cheeks. She averts her gaze, a small, secretive smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

"No one has ever made me feel the way you do." I cup her face, forcing her to meet my eyes. "You're like a drug I can't get enough of. One taste, and I'm hooked."

Her eyes darken with desire. "Kiss me," she breathes.

I crash my lips against hers, kissing her with a hunger that knows no bounds. My hands roam greedily over her body, relearning every curve and hollow. She arches into my touch, a soft moan escaping her throat.

The sound goes straight to my groin. I'm hard again already, aching for the feel of her velvet heat enveloping me.

"I want you," I growl. "Here. Now. Always."

Lydia nods, eyes glassy with need. "Then take me."

I don't need to be told twice.

In one smooth motion, I roll Lydia onto her back and settle between her thighs. Our bodies join as though made for one another. A strangled groan rips from my chest at the exquisite sensation.

Lydia's fingers dig into my back, blunt nails scoring my skin. "Yes, God yes..."

I set a punishing rhythm, driven by lust and longing. Her cries of pleasure urge me on. I pound into her welcoming body, chasing the sweet oblivion of release.

Our passion crests, peaking in a blinding flash of ecstasy. I empty myself into Lydia with a shout, stars exploding behind my eyes. Her inner walls clench and spasm around me as she finds her own climax.

We cling to each other, hearts pounding, as the tremors fade. A bone-deep satiation washes over me, calming the restless hunger inside.

For now, I am sated. Lydia is mine, and I am hers. Nothing else matters.

When she pulls away, I force a smile. "See you at practice." The words taste bitter on my tongue.

"See you." Her answering smile doesn't reach her eyes.

We exit the woods from opposite sides, returning to our separate worlds. But my thoughts remain in that secluded glen, lost in Lydia's embrace.

Counting the hours until I see her again. Hating myself for it. Unable to stop. This forbidden desire has consumed me, heart and soul. There's no turning back now.

Our secret romance marches on.

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But I should have known my feelings of unease meant something.

Jack Simmons, a fellow coach at the high school who has always wanted my job, strides into my office, his muscles rippling under his polo shirt. He looks like a cat who ate the canary, and my unease grows as I take in his confident demeanor.

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