Page 18 of Coach (Shady Valley Henchmen #8)

Este

That rumble moved through Saul, and I’d swear it vibrated right in my core.

Luckily for me, Saul didn’t need to be told twice.

His hands shot out, one grabbing my hip and pulling me until I moved up to straddle him.

The other went to the back of my neck, pulling me down and forward until our lips met.

His mouth muffled my moan at the press, the heat, the promise of more.

Our crash of lips was rough, almost punishing, bruising.

My hands slid upward, grabbing the sides of his neck as he groaned into my mouth, low and guttural. The sound reverberated through me, making my hips drop down onto his lap.

It was my turn to moan at the press of his hard length against me. And I couldn’t seem to stop myself from rocking against him.

Saul’s hands slid down my body, sinking into my hips, then encouraging me to rock against him again.

And again.

His stubble scraped my skin raw in the best way, each drag of his jaw leaving me tingling.

The kiss deepened, shifted—still wild, but more reckless, more consuming. His tongue slid against mine—hot and demanding.

My head spun.

Each time I tried to breathe, he chased me, mouth pressing harder, hungrier, like he was afraid I might vanish if he let me go.

His hands glided down to sink into my ass, fingers digging in, pulling me against him again and again.

I moaned.

He shuddered.

Then pulled me closer, my breasts crushed to his chest, making it harder and harder to breathe.

His hands pulled me against his hardness. My shudder ripped a groan from his chest.

Instinct overtook me then. I ground down harder.

His teeth scraped, then caught my lower lip, holding, tugging.

I gasped, and the sound spurred him on.

One hand slid up my spine, inching my shirt up in the process.

The cold air kissed my skin, and a shiver racked my body.

My hands moved upward, and our mouths broke apart so Saul could remove the tee from me.

We were both breathless, flushed, needy.

Saul’s eyes darkened, fixed on me, chest rising and falling like he was fighting for control.

“Jesus,” he muttered, voice rough, almost reverent.

His hands were on me then, sliding over newly bared skin, greedy and trembling at once.

His touch left little fires in its wake, his broad hands spanning my back, the dip of my waist, the curve of my ribs.

I was shaky.

Goosebumps pricked my skin.

His hands shifted forward, closing over my breasts, making my breath escape with a deep moan.

My head fell back, and Saul felt invited in, his lips kissing down my throat, over my collarbone.

A shiver racked my system, and my hips did an involuntary jerk, his cock hitting my clit, making a whimper escape me.

Saul’s hands tightened on my breasts before loosening enough for his thumbs to circle around my nipples, working them into tightened points.

My hips rocked down, harder this time, dragging across the thick line of him. The friction sparked through me, sharp, blinding, and his answering growl vibrated through my bones.

He pressed up to meet me, grinding against me in a desperate rhythm that left us both gasping.

His hands slid around to brace me as he leaned me backward. Then his lips were on me, sucking my nipple into his hot mouth.

My hips were reckless then, every shift making the ache sharper.

My fingers dragged down his arms, feeling the muscles flex beneath them.

He groaned, low and rough, around my nipple, making my head fall back with a throaty moan.

Saul’s head shifted, moving across my chest, continuing the sweet torment as my hips became wilder as the need clawed at me.

He licked, sucked, grazed, nipped until I was trembling with need. Only then did he lift his head, his mouth finding mine again.

It was slower for a beat, almost tender. But it wasn’t long before the kiss deepened, spiraled back into the frantic need, each roll of my hips pulling us tighter into the inevitability of what was to come.

There was no going back.

We were both too far gone, too lost in the sensations, in each other.

My breath stuttered as I ground down again, bare skin meeting the rough fabric of his pants. The friction was maddening, sharp, delicious.

Saul’s hands tightened on my hips, guiding my rhythm, holding me more firmly against him.

I pulled back to look at him. His pupils were blown wide, his chest heaving.

For a heartbeat, it was all there in his face. Want, yes, but also need, vulnerability, reverence. Like I was both the fire and the only thing shielding him from it.

The look made me ache in a different way.

I kissed him again, softer, deeper.

Then my teeth snagged his lower lip as my hips rolled against him.

Saul groaned, breaking the kiss.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice hoarse.

His hands slid between us, reaching to free himself so I could grind against him without the barrier.

A shudder racked me at the bare brush of him, the warmth of his skin, the velvet smoothness of him.

Saul leaned forward, his lips going to my neck even as he reached out to the side, sliding open a drawer, and coming back with protection even as his tongue flicked the pulse point in my throat.

He let me ride him for another moment before reaching between, protecting us, then encouraging me to lower down again.

His hand gripped my hips hard, holding me steady as my movements got wild, rhythmless as the need clawed at me.

On a frustrated whimper, I pulled against him, lifting up, positioning over him.

When he finally pressed into me, it was all heat and stretch, a slight ache that melted into something overwhelming.

“Fuck,” he gasped, voice breaking as he sank in deeper. His arms were around me tight, holding me like he’d never let me go.

My hips met his, and my walls clenched around him, the fullness leaving me gasping.

I dropped my forehead to his, lips brushing his as our breaths tangled.

My hips did a tiny circle, making Saul swear, low and rough, like the feel of me was wrecking him.

His hands gripped my hips, steadying me as I started to move.

At first, it was tentative, just a kind of rocking against him. But the friction built fast, the clawing sensation growing unbearable.

I braced my hands on his shoulders, riding him harder, the slick slide of our bodies filling the room with breathless, wet sounds.

Saul’s hips pressed up to meet my movements, each thrust hitting just right, dragging a moan from deep in my chest.

His name slipped out of me, helpless.

“Say it again,” Saul demanded, voice shredded.

I did, gasping it, whimpering it.

He thrust harder, faster, until our movements were frantic, messy, desperate.

His mouth found mine again, the kiss as raw as our bodies—teeth knocking, tongues tangling.

The climax built sharp and sudden, a heat that spiraled low in my body, then spread until I was trembling, gasping, shuddering.

I clung to him, nails scoring down his back, as I cried out against his lips.

Saul’s body stiffened. His hips bucked up into me, dragging out the pleasure until I was falling forward into him, weak, spent, gasping.

He held me after, fingers stroking, lips grazing.

It took me what felt like forever to realize he was still rock-hard inside me. The realization had me clutching around him, and the sensation had a sound suspiciously close to a growl escaping Saul.

His arm hooked around me, then he was throwing his weight, rolling me under him.

There was nothing slow or tentative about him then.

His thrusts were hard and deep, making the headboard knock, making our breaths go sharp and shallow.

My fingers clawed, his teeth nipped.

My heels dug into his ass, driving him deeper with each thrust.

“Fuck, baby,” Saul groaned, but the sound was drowned out by my moans as the pleasure tightened, sharpened. “Come for me,” he demanded.

As if I had any control over it.

The pressure built low in my belly, then snapped.

I cried out against his neck, body tensing, nerves sparking white-hot.

At the feel of me breaking apart, his rhythm faltered, stuttered.

Then he was cursing hard, thrusts rough and erratic as he drove into me hard, coming deep into me, his groan muffled by my hair.

His weight came fully down on me then.

And there was nothing for a long moment.

Just the sound of our ragged breathing, the sweat drying on our skin, the trembling aftermath of our orgasms.

My arms banded tight around him, my face pressed to his shoulder.

I couldn’t say how long we stayed just like that. But when he lifted up, forcing me to loosen my hold, my muscles ached with the effort of holding onto him so hard.

When he looked down at me, there was something raw and open in his dark eyes—something more dangerous than the sated lust between us.

His thumb brushed my jaw, slow and soft.

Then he was kissing me again. Softer. Sweeter.

The fire had burned out, leaving us in ash and embers, flickering, smoldering.

He kissed me until my lips felt swollen and tingly, until I felt it down to my toes, into my marrow.

Only then did he lift up, move away.

My body was too spent to move, so it was just my head tracking the movement as he stood beside the bed, yanking his pants back on, then silently walking out the door.

My heart seized, some part of me terrified that the moment was gone. But he came back just a moment later, sliding into the bed with me.

His arm slid under me, curling me until I was resting on his chest.

His heartbeat had recovered, becoming a steady, comforting metronome against my ear as my finger traced over his chest in the dark.

Saul’s hands were just as needy.

He traced down my spine, the curve of my hip, the swell of my ass, then back up again until his fingers were sifting through my hair, then massaging my scalp.

We didn’t say anything.

We didn’t need to.

I expected the thoughts to creep and rush back in, asking questions I had no answers to. About what happened now. About what we were, where this was going, if he was just seeking fun, if I was.

But they never came.

My mind was beautifully, blissfully, peacefully blank.

And building deep inside me was an impossible sort of knowing.

That it would all be okay.

That there was nothing to worry about here.

With him.

And it was to those thoughts that I finally, finally drifted off to a long, deep sleep.