Sunshine and The Stalker

“I, uhh, I think you should go.” Her sultry voice cracks slightly, and worry glimmers in her honey orbs.

I scrub my palm across my jaw and give my head a shake. “You knew when you spoke those words to me downstairs in the snow who I was,” I rumble. “You knew I’d been watching that woman, and you stopped me. You drew my focus on you. And instead of running away, you shook your ass, jabbered your nonsense, and showed me to your home. If that isn’t a fucking invitation, I don’t know what is.”

She blinks at me, her tits jiggling with each frantic breath she takes. “Anyone ever tell you you’re intense?” she asks as she texts someone on her phone.

I should worry she’s contacting the police or her father or Olivia, whom I know lives two stories above them. Instead, she sends her text and tosses her phone into a chair nearby.

“You need a drink,” she tells me as she turns and heads for the kitchen.

I prowl after her, shedding my long coat on the chair along the way. Inside the kitchen, I find her pouring some cheap vodka into two mismatched glasses. She hands me the one with Beauty and the Beast on the side, and I growl. This earns a snort from her.

“Do you have to stalk all your girlfriends? I mean, does anyone ever fall for this upon meeting them the first time? All growls and bossiness and . . .” She trails off and gestures at my suit. “And whatever this is.”

“Tom Ford,” I answer. “It cost more than your car.”

She laughs, and it makes my heart rate speed up. “Something tells me you actually do know how much my car cost. But before you launch into a terrifying tale of how you managed to get that information in such a very short amount of time, please drink the vodka and chill out for a minute.”

I knock back the horrendous alcohol and slam the glass back down on the counter. She shakes her head as though I, James Motherfucking Darden, amuse her.

I don’t amuse anyone.

Her full, red lips hug the edge of the glittery glass she holds, and she daintily sips down the liquor that tastes worse than gasoline. She’s not old enough to drink. But that doesn’t matter because she’s probably not old enough for the shit I plan to do to her.

Own. Possess. Destroy.

I want to tear her dress away with my teeth and bite every soft part of her. I want to rub my cock against her, letting my pre-cum leak onto her skin, and draw orgasm after orgasm from her simply from my tongue.

“When I want something, I take my time. This isn’t something quick that will go away tomorrow, faster than a hangover from a twelve-dollar bottle of vodka.” I stalk over to her and run my fingertip along her naked throat to her collarbone. Then, I dip it down to her cleavage. Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t cower away. “This is something you will savor, girl. You’ll savor it unlike anything you’ve ever had the pleasure of consuming. I will spoil you with my tongue, and you’ll reward me with your cunt.”

Her cheeks turn bright red, and for a moment, the usually jabbering girl is stunned silent. Those perfect fucking lips part in surprise. Those lips are my next victim. I go in for the kill without warning.

Tangling my large hands in her silky, wild-colored hair, I fist her locks on each side and tilt her head up. Her honey eyes are wide, but her mouth parts farther, inviting me in.

Too bad I don’t wait for invitations.

I take what I want.

A mewl escapes her the moment my lips press firmly against hers. My tongue thrusts out to meet her small, unsure one, and I dominate her sexy little mouth. She’s caught beneath a beast, this beauty, as I press my body against hers and lock her between me and the refrigerator.

Holding her hair isn’t enough.

I am greedy.

My palm roves down along her jaw to her throat. With a swipe of my thumb over the fat vein in her neck, I revel in the way it pulses wildly. Anticipation and delight mixed in one extraordinary feeling. The fact that she is not afraid has my cock harder than stone.

“Your mouth, so young and supple, belongs to that of a woman. But you are simply a girl,” I remind her. Warning her that I’m about to do grown-man things to her. “If ever there were a time to run, it would be now.”

I pull away to stare at her perfect mouth that her breaths rush in and out of.

“But fair warning, Alice,” I growl. “I’ll chase you down any fucking rabbit hole. I’ll always catch you.”

4

Cerys

My mouth gapes at his overconfidence. There’s something sexy and intriguing about it, but there’s also a hint of annoyance that trickles through me. Those dark eyes bore into me. They dive deep into my being as if he’s attempting to burrow through all the walls I’ve hidden behind.