Page 28 of The Coach

She melts into me instantly, her lips soft and warm, her hands coming up to rest on my chest. I deepen the kiss, my hand sliding down to her thigh, feeling the heat of her skin through her leggings. Her breath hitches against my mouth, and I take that as encouragement, pressing my fingers into the curve of her leg, pulling her closer.

When I finally pull back, she’s breathless, her cheeks flushed, her eyes a little hazy. “You’re dangerous,” she whispers, her voice trembling slightly.

I grin, brushing my thumb over her cheek. “You’ve got no idea.”

I stand, grabbing her hand and pulling her to her feet. “Come on,” I say, lacing my fingers through hers. “Let’s keep walking.”

She follows, her steps a little unsteady as we head back toward the trail. There’s practically no one around, just the two of us and the faint sound of the wind whispering through the trees.

As we walk, I glance over at her, smirking. “So...have you done anythingelsein this park part from making out? And aside, from, uh, walking?”

Her cheeks flush deeper, and she laughs, shaking her head. “Uhyes,” she says, her voice laced with innuendo. “Of course.”

“Oh?”

“Not only have I walked, I’ve alsorun. Jogged. Sometimes, when no one is looking? I swear, I’ll even skip. That’s a little wild, I know. I’m a weirdo.”

The way she says it, biting her lip, shy but filled with an edge of curiosity, makes something inside me stir and smile.

“Skip? You’re can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I am. Is that what you were thinking of? Skipping?”

“That’s rebellious, I’m not gonna lie.”

I scan the trail ahead, spotting a large, flat rock bathed in sunlight but hidden just enough by the trees to give us some privacy.

“Come on,” I say, tugging her off the path.

She hesitates for a moment, glancing around. “Jackson, what are you?—”

I cut her off with a kiss, pressing her back against a tree as my hands slide down to her hips. She gasps softly, her hands gripping my arms, and I whisper against her lips, “You trust me?”

She nods, her breath catching. “Yes.”

“Good,” I say, pulling her toward the rock. She follows, her steps quickening as if she knows exactly where this is going.

When we reach the rock, I turn her to face away from me, my hands sliding around her waist and pulling her back against me. “You’re gorgeous, Ivy.” My lips brush her ear as my hands roam lower, teasing the waistband of her leggings.

Her breath comes faster, and she presses back against me, her voice a shaky whisper. “Jackson...please.”

“What do you want, Ivy?” I ask, my voice low and rough. “Tell me.”

“I want you,” she says, her voice trembling as she clumsily runs her palm over me in my shorts. “I was hoping you’d do this here.”

I groan softly, sliding her leggings down over her hips, exposing the soft curve of her ass. She leans forward, bracing her hands on the rock, and the sight of her—completely open and vulnerable—makes me lose any shred of restraint I had left.

I slide my hand between her thighs, finding her slick and ready, and she moans softly, her body trembling beneath my touch. “You’re perfect,” I grit out, positioning myself behind her. “I love how ready you always are for me.”

She gasps as I press into her, the tight heat of her body wrapping around me. Her hands grip the rock, her back arching as I move deeper, and the sound she makes is pure heaven.

“Jackson,” she breathes, her voice breaking. “Oh, God—don’t stop.”

I grip her hips, pulling her back against me as I thrust into her, slow at first, then harder, faster, as her moans grow louder. Her body shudders beneath me, her cries echoing through the trees, and I can feel her tightening around me, her release building.

“Come for me, baby,” I growl, leaning over her, my lips brushing her neck. “I want to feel you.”

Her body tenses, her head tipping back as she cries out, her climax hitting her in waves. The way she tightens around me pushes me over the edge, and I groan her name, spilling into her as I lose myself completely.

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