Page 67 of To Have and to Stalk
From my new angle, I could clearly see an oddly shaped birthmark on his neck. Like a horned goat.
No way.
No fuckingway.It had to be a coincidence.
Calder’s touch came to my inner thigh, thumb sliding ever so slightly beneath the fabric on my panties. My gut caught on a breath as I tried to focus.
Calder was the same height and build. He had the same one-night-only rule. He was also leaving Utah. He took me to a vegetarian restaurant as if he’d already known.
I stared at the horned brown mark until my vision blurred.
Calder must have noticed the shift in me, because he lifted his head up. Lips wet. Eyes blue and sparkling. “Everything okay?”
My mouth opened, not sure what the fuck I was going to say, when he slid his thumb deeper into my panties, until he barely parted me.
The world blurred. Sound dissipated into the thrum of my heartbeat rushing in my ears. All I knew was his touch tugging my pussy open.
My thighs spread as if of their own volition.
Focus.
Fuckingfocus. This man is your stalker.
And I suddenly knew the exact right thing to say.
“W-wait,” I said, and instantly Calder—ormy stalker?—pulled back. “There’s a spider on your neck.”
Calder yelped and leaped off me, hands flying to his neck. I tilted my head, watching him bounce around, studying him like a scientist.
Bingo.
“Did I get it?” He grasped frantically at his neck.
“Oh, my bad,” I said. “I think it was just a snowflake.”
He instantly stilled, hand still grasping at his neck. Then he exhaled, bending over his knees, breathing heavy like he’d just run a marathon.
“Thankfuck.”
After another round of heaving, he stood up.
“I don’t like spiders,” he said, voice lowas hegently pushed the hair behind my ear.
Our stare throbbed and pulsated in the space between us. I searched his blue eyes, as if willing them to spill his secrets.
Why?
“I can tell,” was all I said. “I…I forgot my sister needs me tonight.”
“I’ll call you a car,” he said, then slammed his lips against mine. Forcing me against the wall. So I couldfeelhow much he wanted me. Keeping me pinned with his hands. Grip on neck and cheek, so I just had to take it.
His hands slid into my hair, tangling. I fought to keep from growing cross-eyed.
They were so big, he could cradle my entire skull.
He peppered kisses from my cheek to my jaw to my neck. Then his teeth tugged on the thin skin.
A threadbare moan dropped from my lips at his bite. I wound my arms around his neck, into his hair, digging and scraping.
