“Yates!” Her blush had me groaning as I nipped her throat.
The action seemed to draw her out of it as she stood up and ran a hand through her hair, looking around again.
“Shit, Yates.”
I let out a hum and stood, closing in from behind as I grabbed her hips. “Bunny, there isn’t anything you do that I don’t know about. I have integrated myself so far into your life that even if you told me to fuck off right now, I would still be here, watching you day in and day out.”
There was no point in lying to her. She could reject me if she wanted, but this wasn’t something I could stop.
Her breathing hitched. “Holy hell.”
I rested my lips against her shoulder and tried to ignore the overwhelming fear that she would reject me that was pounding through my head. “You can probably understand why I wanted you to wait to say anything. I didn’t want to hide this from you anymore.”
Dahlia turned into me, tilting her head back as she examined my expression. “Yates… this is insane. I mean… I don’t even know what to say…”
“You don’t have to say anything.” I tried to not be disappointed over the notion of this fucking with her head enough that she wouldn’t feel comfortable telling me how she felt. At the same time, I could hardly blame her. It couldn’t be easy realizing that you were in love with a goddamn psychopathic stalker.
Murder and stalking all in one day. I was surprised she wasn’t screaming.
No, I wasn’t surprised, actually. Nothing about Dahlia surprised me because the way she reacted to stuff was absolutely unique.
“But it doesn’t change the fact that I love you.”
Her words hit me as they shattered my faux calm, my pulse quickening and body hardening against her as I considered what exactly she was saying.
My voice came out rough and raspy. “What?”
She stepped into me, her eyes shining with heat and truth. “I said it doesn’t change that I love you, Yates. You’re insane, likeI should be more worriedtype insane, but—”
I seared my lips against hers, backing her up against a hard metal table as a wave of need crashed into me. Holy fuck. I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. I pulled back, grasping her jaw as I demanded her full attention.
“You love me? After everything I’ve just fucking shown you?”
She was sealing her own fate, and I wasn't going to stop her.
“Yes.” Her voice was firm and soft, pupils dilated and skin pink, making me know she felt the same surge of want that was coursing through me.
She let out a soft whimper as I examined her face, searching for truth and finding something so much more, realization slamming into me at how exactly Dahlia felt about all of this.
“Do you like knowing how obsessed I am over you, Dahlia?” I hissed, my cock pulsing in the confines of my sweatpants, the bastard impatient as hell. Her chest was rising rapidly in response to her breathing as I let my other hand travel down to tug on the tie of her robe. My eyes immediately dipped to her hot little frame as the material parted to reveal her perfect breasts, her pink nipples hard and making my mouth water as her hands fidgeted as if to cover herself up. Instead I wedged a knee between her legs as my fingers skimmed over her tight wet heat, a whimper escaping her throat.
“You like knowing that I spend every single fucking day watching you? Constantly? That I obsess over every detail of your day from the moment you wake up? That I collect your goddamn stuff like a psycho because I want to be near something that you’ve touched? That I stare at photos of you while I work during the day, just to remind myself how fucking perfect you are? Not that I could ever forget. Do you like knowing that you are the center of my fucking world, Dahlia? Not part of it. Smack dab in the fucking center of it. I do everything based around you. Everything.”
“Yates…” Her moan was soft as I circled her clit, her entire body shaking with need as I considered getting her off right away but kept my touch teasing, wanting her drenched and craving me. Like I constantly needed her.
I leaned in and sucked hard on her neck, causing her to cry out, knowing I would leave a hickey. Bending down slightly, trailing my lips across her breasts, I tugged one of her hard nipples between my teeth, causing my bunny to grow more wet against my fingers.
“You do, I can feel it,” I growled, feeling almost fucking dizzy with relief that she wasn’t rejecting me. “I can feel how much you get off on this, bunny.”
“Yes.” She nodded, fingers jumping into my hair as I came back up to her lips and kissed her hard, demanding every moan and small sigh of my name from her.
“My little bunny who loves her stalker.Say it.”
“I love you,” Dahlia whispered.
“Fuck. I love that,” I snarled against her lips and gripped her jaw harder. “Do you know how hard it is to watch you from a distance all day? Without touching you? Tasting you? To see you smile at other people when the only people who should be so fucking lucky are the ones you come back to here? Do you know how fucking hard it is to not kill every bastard that tries to take you from us? Thinking that they have a right to take what’s ours and always will be?”
“Oh, wow.” Dahlia’s voice was shaky, and I could feel how close she was to coming, her entire body clinging to mine.