Page 117 of To Have and to Stalk
“Thank you,” I said.
She smiled and shifted her gaze to the side in the way I realized now was less about nerves, and more that she was thinking something she wasn’t ready for me to know.
By the way her cheeks flushed, I had a guess.
She spun around abruptly and continued her book hunt.
I stayed stuck, watching her practically bounce down the row.
I didn’t know what the fuck was happening to me.
Shay was stuck in a loop in my head.
I wasn’t supposed to want more than one night.
But I wanted to know the name of the first book she fell in love with. I wanted to know what she’d look like in ten years, in twenty. I wanted to see that joy and radiance etch lines into her face. I wanted to be part of the memories that put them there.
And the fact that I wouldn’t ever get that privilege shoved me past the edge and right off of it. More than when she’d fucked with me.
Shay was too engrossed to notice me set the books down and come up behind her.
I pressed a knee between her thighs, pushing her up against the wall of books, back to mine. She gasped, fingers scrambling to find purchase on the spines.
“What are you doing?—”
“Look ahead.”
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thirty-nine
SHAY
“No panties?” Calder groaned against my neck, weight pressing me into the shelves. Hot at my back. Heavy. Consuming. His touch slid to the inside of my thigh, barely grazing the flesh. Almost ticklish in the tease.
“We’re in public,” I attempted to reason, voice giving way to a sigh.
“Baby.” His words were a hot, whispered growl against my neck. “If you didn’t want me fucking you whenever, wherever, then you shouldn’t have teased me for weeks with photos and notes. I don’t give a fuck what you want anymore.”
I knew if I really didn’t want this, Calder would stop instantly. That safety settled like a pool of molten liquid inside me.
“You can’t touch me here,” I said, voice breathless.
As if to prove me wrong, Calder pressed me deeper into the shelf. The books rattled with the force of him. He pushed my hair to one side, gripping it with the same hand, keeping me in place and pinned.
“I can’t?” Calder laughed darkly against the back of my neck, hand sliding higher up my thigh. “Does your pussy agree with you?”
He dipped a finger inside me, too light, then removed it with aflick.I gasped, swallowing a moan.
“You’re telling me no, but you’re fucking soaked for me.”
Calder did that same move a couple of times, in and out, in and out, never going past the tip of his finger. Always with a flickagainst my entrance. Just enough to make me clench around the emptiness.
It was somehow both teasing and possessive. Like more than he wanted me to feel him, he wanted me to feel how empty I was without him.
He slid what felt like his middle finger inside me, and I nearly moaned at the fullness, when he pulled it out again with another flick.
Oh. Fuck.
