Reaching out, he cups my cheek with one hand while the other settles beside my head, and there’s just an inch separating our bodies. Leaning forward, he presses his face into the crook of my neck; my eyes close, and when he speaks, I laugh. “I’m addicted to the smell and taste of you. Fucking blueberries.”
“I said, something I don’t already know.” I giggle.
When he pulls back, his eyes appear so resolute that a sliver of worry settles in my belly. “Thatissomething you don’t know. My addiction isn’t something cute I do to make you smile or feel good. My addiction is all-consuming. When I’m with you, all I want is to have my tongue on your body. When I’m not with you, all I think about is you.” His breathing has grown labored.
“I think about you too.” A predatory grin spreads across his face.
“I stalked you.” He drops his head and shakes it. “From the first day I saw you, I’ve been stalking you. Following you home, watching you sleep. Taking pictures.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket and unlocks it. Handing it to me, I see a folder of photos with my name on it. Opening it, I see dozens of images of me. Some from the coffee shop, some from walking to and from various places. At home.
The one that stops me is the shot where I’m wearing the matching cami and panties with the hearts on them that he asked about. “You already knew,” I whisper.
“Yeah, I knew.” His voice is raw. “My addiction is insidious, Laken, and it’s not going to stop until I’m dead.”
Flipping through the rest of the pictures, I find none too alarming. And I know, I know, I should be running for the hills. Terrified of him, but I’m not. He’s always so honest with me. Even if this one came a little late.
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Lauren knew. She’s good. I’m not sure if she would have told you, and frankly, I didn’t want her to.”
“Why?”
“Because I thought I should be the one to tell you. I tried to stop. Every single fucking time I followed you, I tried to force myself to retreat and couldn’t. I had always planned to be the one to tell you.” I notice the stress lines on his face at the thought that someone else would tell me his secret.
Gripping his shirt with both hands, I pull his body flush with mine. “It’s kind of thrilling.”I’m so messed up.“You watching me without my knowledge. Will you stop now?”Do I want him to?
“Probably not.” His hand moves to the back of my head, grasping my hair and holding me in place. “There are things I want with you that I have no right to request, especially after learning about your past, but one day, I’m going to ask for them, and I can only pray to fuck that you’re ready for it.”
Dropping his mouth across mine, Hale steals a kiss so consuming and profound that I grow dizzy with my desire for him. It starts out soft, sweet even. Exploring each other until I feel the rigid length behind his jeans throbbing violently. Painfully. And I know it’s that way because I can feel my own sex begin to throb in tune with him. I want more.
More of him. More of that first night. More of the things he’s alluding to.
“Hale,” I gasp out his name. “I’m ready now.” His entire body freezes, and as the seconds tick by without a sound, I wonder if I said the wrong thing.
Opening my eyes, I flick a look up to study his face. Eyelids closed, lips thinned, jaw tight, and the vein in his temple pulses with every breath he takes. Finally, when his eyes open, they’re blazing with an excited inferno that steals my breath from my lungs. He’s more than ready, too. Only,heknows what he wants to happen next; I have no idea what I’m asking for.
That’s irrelevant, though. It’s Hale, so I want anything he dishes out.
Double checking the locks on the door, Hale bends down and tosses me over his shoulder; one hand holds my thighs against his body while the other slips up the bottom of my shorts and past my panties to rub against my pussy. I moan as he walks, gripping the loops in his jeans and admiring his firm backside.
Without a word, he tosses me back off his shoulder, where I land on the bed. He pulls off my shorts before burying his face between my legs, licking my lips still covered by the dainty, pink silk panties I’m wearing.
“All mine,” he groans before ripping the fabric from my body and fisting it. Rubbing his stubbled face up and down my pussy and along my thighs, I know I’ll have chafe marks, but I don’t care. I want everything he has to offer and so much more.
“H-H-Hale.” I stutter when his tongue flicks out in perfect strums against my clit. Sliding a thick finger inside me, I nearly jump out of my skin. Overwhelmed and craving something I don’t know how to ask for, Hale maneuvers gently but firmly as he sucks on me, his long finger massaging inside me. “Hale, it’s too much.” I already feel the impending orgasm; my body readies itself for it, but I hurt. The pleasure hurts, and I think…I like it.
Hale
Fucking perfection.
Laken was made from a purity on this earth that can’t be replicated, and when she lets go for me, I suck on her clit a little harder, a little longer, as my finger works inside of her, prolonging the orgasm so I can sit back and watch as she completely shatters apart.
Sweat shines her face, her body strains and stretches beyond capacity, and her tiny fists are curled in the sheets as she attempts to hold on for the ride. Her toes curl painfully, and I see the moment the ecstasy evaporates from her body. She slinks back down to earth and shivers violently as I continue to rub that spot inside her body.
“I wish I could have gotten a picture of that,” I say, but then I wouldn’t have been able to feel it with her.
“Maybe one day,” her tired voice mumbles, and I raise my brows at her suggestive comment. Her eyelids open to mere slits, and she watches me stand to undress. Sitting up, her gaze flares as she gets closer to me. Raising a hand, I know where her fingers are headed before she touches me. “What happened?”
The scar just above my right hip has been a careful reminder since my rookie days. “Stabbed by a guy I was chasing after. He robbed a frail elderly woman and knocked her husband out cold.”