Page 16 of The Coach

The urgency between us is electric.

When we reach the bed, I lay her down gently, but there’s nothing gentle about the way I kiss her when I lay down on top of her. It’s wild, unrestrained, like she’s the only thing I’ll ever need. Her dress rides up as I settle between her legs, and the way she looks up at me—lips swollen, eyes full of heat—makes my chest tighten.

“I need you,” she whispers, her voice raw and trembling. “Now.”

“I don’t have a condom.”

“Damn. Me neither.”

“I’m clean. You?”

“I’m on the pill. And I never do this. Do you?”

“It’s been a while.”

“Okay. Maybe I shouldn’t, but I trust you, Jackson. When we did that eye staring thing earlier at the bar? I realized I really trust you.”

Her words hang between us, her voice shaky but certain. I search her eyes, trying to make sure this is what she really wants. The way she looks at me—like she’s daring me to hold back, like she needs this just as much as I do—makes my resolve shatter.

“Good. I trust you too.” I lean down, brushing my lips along the shell of her ear, my voice low and rough. “Tell me how bad you want this, Ivy.”

She moans softly, her nails digging into my shoulders as she arches beneath me. “I want it,” she whispers, but I need more. “Bad.”

“No,” I say, pulling back slightly, just enough to make her look me in the eye. My hand trails up her thigh, teasing. “I need you to beg for it.Begfor it, Ivy.”

Her breath hitches, her chest rising and falling as she grips my shirt.

“Please, Jackson,” she grins, her voice trembling. “I want you so bad I can’t stand it. I need you. Please.”

Her words send a spark straight through me, igniting something raw and primal. I press my forehead to hers for a moment, trying to steady myself even as my body screams to take her, to give her exactly what she’s begging for.

“That’s all I needed to hear, baby.”

My lips crash back onto hers, and my hand slides up her thigh, pushing her dress higher until it pools around her waist. Her skin is soft, warm, and every inch of her responds to my touch. I trail my fingers to the edge of her panties, feeling the heat radiating from her, and she gasps into my mouth, her hips bucking toward me.

“You’re so ready for me,” I whisper, my voice thick with desire. “Don’t be quiet. I want you to be as loud as you feel like being.”

“It’s late, though. We might wake the neighbors.”

“So?”

She moans, the sound sending a jolt through me as I slide her panties aside and find her slick, waiting. My fingers tease her, stroking circles, and she trembles beneath me, her breaths coming in shallow gasps.

Her nails slide under my shirt, and rake lightly down the skin of my back.

I lift myself slightly, sliding my free hand under her back to pull her closer. The need between us is overwhelming, all-consuming, I pause for just a second, looking into her eyes.

“Tell me whatyouwant, Jackson.”

Her voice is breathless, heavy with want, but I’m not the only one she’s torturing. Because as soon as she says it, she reaches between us, slipping her hand inside my waistband, her fingers wrapping around my thick length.

A groan rumbles through me, low and guttural, vibrating against her skin. My fingers dig into her hips as she strokes me, slow and teasing, her delicate hand circling my cock with just enough pressure to make me lose my damn mind.

“You, Ivy,” I growl, my head dropping into the crook of her neck. I bite down gently, dragging my teeth over her sensitive skin before pressing my lips there, letting my breath fan over her. “I’m gonna spread you open, make you feel every fucking inch of me.” I slide a hand down her back, gripping her ass possessively, my voice thick and unrelenting. “Gonna pin you down, fuck you deep until you’re crying my name—until you’re so full of me, you can’t think straight.”

She shudders, her breath hitching, her grip tightening around me.

“Oh, God,” she whispers, her palm gliding over me, feeling every ridge, every thick inch. Her other hand fists in my shirt, nails raking lightly over my abs. “Jackson…”

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