Page 95 of To Have and to Stalk
“What about this?” I asked. “Can I do this? Don’t stop eating,” I added, when she paused to answer. “Nod yes or no.”
She nodded frantically.
I rubbed her cunt with her panties, getting them wet with her. Fingering her lightly through them until a groan slid muffled from her throat.
“I have to leave,” I said.
She stopped eating, disappointment and something too close to hurt slashing her eyes. Before those emotions could settle, I pressed her panties deep inside her pussy. I wanted them fuckingdrenched.
Her hips arched. Fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing.
“You can leave while I’m gone,” I said.
“I don’t want to?—”
I dragged my tongue up her inner thigh, silencing her.Fuck. I wanted to taste her, wanted to get fucking drunk on her. Wanted to drive my tongue so deep into her cunt that from now on, whenever I ate or drank anything, I’d tasteher.
But I stopped at the crease between her thigh and pussy.
Then stood to my feet.
I shoved her soaked panties into my pocket, and her eyes dropped to that.
“If you’re here when I return,” I said, tilting her chin back to meet my eyes. “I’m taking my night with you and spending the next twenty-four hours ruining your body.”
chapter
thirty-two
SHAY
I told myself I stayed only because I’d spent the last few months strung out on this man. That he’d dicknotized me, as Lithie had said.
Once we had sex, that would go away.
I wouldn’t think about him. I wouldn’twanthim. I definitely wouldn’t want more.
I waited less than ten minutes after Calder left before I went snooping. There wasn’t much to find. There were massive, vaulted floor-to-ceiling windows everywhere. The lights from Salt Lake City didn’t penetrate as deeply. The stars were crisper. Rawer. The place didn’t look very lived-in. There was no clutter, no photos. The furniture was like something you’d find in a model home.
I went over to the sparse bookshelf. Calder had a few baking cookbooks, but otherwise the rest were romance. I picked up a hot-pink cover. It was one of my favorites. I set it down and reached for another, and then another.
They were all books I’d read and loved.
And he’d dog-eared and highlighted them.
I swallowed a lump in my throat and walked back into the bedroom, studying it with a keener eye than when I’d woken this morning. It was aesthetically pleasing and without personality, like the rest of the house. Though there did seem to be a bit more of Calder in here. A mess of white papers littered the nightstand, and books were stacked on the dresser.
I went over to the nightstand, curious, and perused the papers—mypapers. Research papers that dated back to my PhD days. He’dreadthem? Graham hadn’t even read them.
It felt like a fist squeezed my heart when I saw lines highlighted, a scientific thesaurus next to them.
Sex, I reminded myself, setting the papers down and heading to the bathroom.This was about sex.
I took a quick, hot shower, then grabbed one of his shirts again. It smelled so good, like midnight and smoke, like Calder?—
Wait.
I paused as I shut the dresser, reading the title of the books atop it.
