Page 224 of The Coach

I kiss her.

Hard. Deep. Desperate.

“And?” I grit out against her lips, grinning as I slide a hand beneath her dress. “You think I’ve been patient all these months? Baby, I’ve been losing my goddamn mind.”

She shivers as my fingers tease higher.

“Well,” she breathes, tilting her head back as I trail hot kisses down her neck, “we do have this whole villa to ourselves.”

I chuckle, hooking an arm under her thighs, lifting her effortlessly.

“And I don’t plan on leaving this room.”

Her laugh turns into a gasp as I carry her to the bed, dropping her onto the cool sheets and crawling over her.

Sunlight spills through the open balcony, the ocean waves crashing in the distance.

But all I hear?

Her soft whimper as I slide my hands up her thighs, pushing the fabric of her dress higher.

“I don’t care if we don’t sleep at all tonight, baby,” I purr against her skin, my fingers already working the straps of her dress down her shoulders. “I’m making sure you remember this trip for the rest of your life.”

Her breath catches.

And then?

She pulls me down, crashing her lips against mine.

And the rest of the night?

It’s just the two of us.

And a whole lot of making up for lost time.

“Ready to make another baby?” She moans. “If we’re going to make it to four…we better get going.”

I chuckle, low and dangerous, against her lips. "Four, huh?" My hands slide lower, gripping her hips, pressing her tight against me. "That sounds like a challenge."

Ivy gasps as I lift her effortlessly, carrying her across the villa, straight to the massive, luxurious bed. The ocean breeze drifts through the open balcony doors, warm and sultry, the scent of salt and jasmine in the air.

She squirms in my grip, teasing. “Mmm, you think you can handle that, Coach?”

I drop her onto the bed, climbing over her, pinning her wrists above her head. My mouth ghosts over her pulse point, my voice a husky rasp.

"Baby, I don’t just handle challenges." I nip her earlobe, making her shudder. "I fucking dominate them."

Her moan is my favorite sound in the world.

Her body arches beneath me, the silk of her lingerie doing nothing to hide how ready she is for me. I trail my fingers down her stomach, smirking against her skin as she shivers.

“You really want another one so soon, huh?” I kiss my way down her collarbone. “Or are you just desperate for me?”

She whimpers, her legs wrapping around me. “Both.”

Goddamn.

I groan, my mouth crashing back to hers, kissing her deep, slow, filthy. “That’s good, baby. Because I plan on keeping you up all fucking night.”

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