Page 97 of To Have and to Stalk
I touched my wet hair. “I borrowed your shampoo. I hope that’s okay.”
Calder stared at me with an inscrutable emotion pinching his brows and drawing his jaw taut.
Then all at once he lifted me onto the dresser, grip lingering on my hips.
“It’s more than okay,” he said. “I just wanted to be the one to clean you up.” He squeezed my hips, bending his head forward, nose pressed deep into my neck.
“Fuck.” He groaned, words vibrating against my flesh, settling deep in my gut. “You smell like me.” Breath disappeared from my lungs as Calder invaded every single one of my senses. His scent dark and refined and powerful. His lips pressed softly to the muscle of my neck as he inhaled me.
I gripped his shoulders, my breath disappearing in my lungs.
Feeling drunk.
Calder’s grip left my waist, hands cradling my face. I felt small.Protected. He said nothing, just stared at me, jaw impossibly tight, thumbs bruising the hollows of my cheeks, gaze locked on my lips.
He was different from this morning.
Darker.
More…unhinged.
I ghosted my touch across his knuckles, the still fresh abrasion. Was this my fault? Had sending all those photos made him go nuts at kickboxing or something?
“Are you mad?” I asked.
His gaze snapped to mine. He arched a brow, urging me to add more context.
“For, you know, taking all those photos and making those notes.”
Calder’s face collapsed and his head fell forward, our foreheads touching. “No, Shay. I’m not mad at you.Nevermad at you. I’m mad at myself.”
He didn’t give me a second to ponder what that meant, let alone respond. Calder crashed his lips against mine. Fervent. Reckless. He gripped my ass, squeezing on a groan when he found me bare, and lifted me off the dresser.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, not breaking the kiss.
I couldn’t get enough of kissing Calder. I didn’t know kisses could be like this. Soft and biting.
Calder gently deposited me to his bed and caged me, our lips still fused. His grip came to my hem, dragging his shirt up my body. I sat up to make it easier, kissing him until I had no choice but to break so he could tear the shirt off.
“Fuck.” Calder let out a ragged exhale, dragging his hand across his mouth. His gaze roamed my body. Ravenous. Black shirt dangling from a white-knuckled grip.
All at once he dropped between my legs, spreading my thighs, dragging me closer to him.
Nerves strangled my throat.
This wasreal. I hadn’t had sex with anyone save Graham, and he wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about it. What if I was bad? What if he thought,Fuck,what was I thinking?—
“Stop thinking, Maniac,” Calder said, and plunged a finger inside me.
My back arched off the bed. Calder’s free hand landed on my stomach, forcing me flat, and a moment later he removed his finger. A pathetic whimper dripped from my lips, only to be silenced as he replaced the digit?—
Oh my god.
I gasped.
Whatisthat?
I lifted my head off the bed, meeting a ravenous, black-eyed Calder. It was histhumb. He held my pussy in a vise grip, thumb pressing some deep, needy part of me I didn’t even know existed. I felt it in my cunt, in my stomach, in my teeth.
