His Forever Love

The elevator dings, pulling her attention from me. She steps inside, and I follow her on. “Hi,” she says softly as she pushes the button for her floor.

I reach over past her and press the button to my floor. She doesn't move out of my way and lets me crowd her. She tilts her head up to look at me.

Her eyes drop to my mouth. It’s all I need. I should be soft with her, but I strike, hard and fast, the same way I used to all those years on the football field. There is no grace to my movements.

I grab her, lifting her off her feet as my mouth comes down onto her. A gasp comes from her, making her lips part. I slip my tongue in to get a better taste. Warm chocolate with a hint of vanilla fills my mouth. For a moment she doesn't respond but lets me kiss her without pulling away.

Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she starts to kiss me back. I groan when her tongue tangles with mine tentatively. There is nothing about Willow that screams shy, but the way she kisses makes me think otherwise.

Suddenly she jerks back, her eyes fluttering open. Her green eyes look darker now. I can see the desire there. She wants me. She lifts her hand, touching her lips.

“You kissed me.” I did. I don’t know what the fuck came over me. But I know I would make the same decision again.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Are you allowed to kiss me?” Her brows furrow together.

“Do you just give your number out to random men?”

“Wait. What?” She starts to wiggle in my hold, and reluctantly I put her down on her feet.

“You gave your number to the boy in the coffee shop.” Yeah, I heard that. I saw the look of victory on the boy's face when he’d scored it. I wanted to lay him out right there but decided against it. I’m a grown-ass man, I can’t go around knocking teenage punks around.

“So?” She pushes on my chest, but I don’t move. She huffs out a breath. “I can give my number to whoever I want.” She tilts her chin up in defiance. All it does is make me kiss her again. I don’t stop until she is back to being soft and sweet in my arms again.

“Are you guys getting off?” Willow tries to jump back from me at the sound of Zoey’s voice. I force myself to free her from my hold. She darts out of the elevator.

“Zoey.” I give her a nod.

“Coach.” She smirks as the elevator doors close. I drop my head back when I’m alone, wondering what the fuck I just did. I pounced on the girl like a wild animal who can’t control itself.

I should go back down and apologize, tell her it was a mistake, but I don’t. Instead I head into my place, going straight for my computer and logging in. I immediately start searching the online database for students named Willow until I find her number. I stare at it, telling myself again not to do this, but I pull out my phone and add it.

I sit wondering how long it will be until I break and text her.

Not long…

7

Willow

“What the hell was that?” Zoey shuts the door behind me, flipping the lock.

“I don’t know!” I shout back. “But you saw it, right? We were kissing.” My lips are still tingling, but I want to be sure that wasn't a freaking dream.

“Yeah, I saw it.” We stare at each other for a long moment, neither one of us saying anything.

“Crap.” I fall back onto the sofa. “Tiffany. He has a girlfriend.”

“Oh yeah.” Zoey drops down onto the sofa, her ass next to my head. “You made out with Coach Gray.” I nod my head. I think he made out with me really. He manhandled me, and I enjoyed every damn second of it.

I really hadn't seen that coming. One second he was leaning in to push the button to his floor, and the next he was all over me. His hands held me tight like he never wanted to let me go. Then that mouth of his. It wasn't some sweet, slow kiss. It almost felt as though he was claiming me, but that can’t be right. It was so raw and possessive.

“Tell me everything,” she demands. I do. It doesn't take long because there isn't much to tell. “He was mad you gave your number to another boy?” She smiles as she says it. Yeah, I might get excited about that too, but it’s a bunch of crap.

“Tiffany was all over him at the coffee shop, not to mention when they were at dinner that night.” I put up a finger. “And the other night he was leaving here after ten all freshly showered. He was going out for some booty.”