Stalk Her

I tell her, “not yet. But you will.”

Twenty-Two

Chapter

ALICE

Is this fate?

What are the chances of running in to him of all people, of all places?

His words scream at me like a red neon sign.

Run.

But I don’t want to run, I want to surrender to him and let him have his wicked way with me.

“I’m Alice,” I say, offering him my hand.

There’s a look in his eyes that says, I know who you are.

He looks not at me but into me, dissecting and weaving his way through the choppy sea to the calm beneath it all.

The heat of his palm taking mine sends a stirring in my lower stomach.

This is what I wanted, to meet him, but I didn’t know then what it would actually be like.

My knees feel weak.

What a cliché.

“Erik,” he finally says, not releasing my hand.

I feel energy pulse up my arm, sprinkling pebble bumps all over my skin.

Wet, liquid heat dampens between my thighs, and as if he can sense my ache, his tongue swipes out to dampen his bottom lip.

“This may seem forward, but would you like to grab a coffee?” he asks, finally releasing my hand.

It’s unusual, a connection this intense with someone you just met, but it’s undeniable.

The circumstances and coincidences swirling around us are like a storm hitting land, but I know I’m going to say yes.

Yes to coffee, yes to sex, yes to anything he wants.

Twenty-Three

Chapter

ERIK

Recognition sparked in her eyes when they grazed over me.

She’s either seen me before, knows I’ve been following her, or she’s looked me up.

It doesn’t matter which, because she’s now seated opposite me in a small coffee house sipping a foamy drink.

White froth sits on her upper lip, and I ache to suck it clean then replace it with a creamy liquid of my own.

“Do you ask all the girls you meet in the shopping mall out for coffee?” she asks, slight amusement in her tone.

“Only the pretty ones,” I wink.

It’s cheesy but makes her blush, and oh what a pretty sight that is.

I wonder what she would look like whimpering.

“What did you buy?” I ask, flicking my eyes to her shopping bags and then back to her.

Placing down her cup she crinkles her nose, embarrassment making her eyes lower.

“I’m graduating Friday, so I needed a new dress.”

She bites her lip nervously, so I tease her a little.

“Oh, what did you study at college?”

Tracking her gulp, I shift in my seat to ease the zipper from digging into my hardness.

“High school, actually,” she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and picks up her cup to hide behind it.

“You look older than a high schooler,” I drop my gaze to her cleavage then slowly look back up at her through my lashes, my eyes doing all the talking.

I want to fuck you right here on this table, little bird.

“I’m nineteen,” she says with a ragged hitch in her words.

I want you on this table like a buffet for one, for me to take my fill.

My leg moves against hers beneath the table, her eyes widening and lips parting upon contact.

The tension is palpable in the air around us.

Snapping my hand out I grasp her by the wrist, making her gasp and almost drop her cup.

Frenzied eyes seek an explanation, but I stay silent, just letting the feel of her racing pulse surge into me.

It’s never happened to me before, but I swear I’m about to come in my pants.

She doesn’t tug away, but she is scared. Her pulse tells me so.

“I want to taste you,” I caress the words over my tongue, let them slip through my lips and wash over her like an elixir.

“Where?” she asks, and pre-come seeps from the tip of my hard cock.

How is this even happening? I didn’t expect that to be her answer.

Any other women would have fled and warned her friends about the pervert they met.

Apparently not her though.

No, my broken little bird is as fucked up as me.

She wants to be ravished and ruined.

Placing her cup down she waits me out, the devil in her eyes daring me.

Checking the surroundings, I slip beneath the table once I’m satisfied we’re far enough in the back for no one to notice us.

She doesn’t protest or move to run.

There is no running from me, and she’s sensing that. We belong together.

Her bare, creamy legs part with a firm shove of her knees from my palms.

Arousal, potent and delicious, beckons me. Adrenaline rushes through my body like an undercurrent dragging me into the bliss.

My hands slip up her thighs, tugging her panties to the side.

Her clit is just peeking out at me from her juicy folds.

Maneuvering myself into a better position, I force her legs to wrap around my neck and kiss over her pretty lips.

She tastes of sin and innocence, and I want to eat her alive.