Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Toward the bedroom.
Cash is taking me to his bedroom?
Is he going to touch me again? What if he thinks we should have sex to help him understand the way my stalker thinks? Should I say yes?
I would love to give my V-card to Cash, but…
I want the moment to be real. Not part of a stalker-catching initiative.
“Um. Cash…”
Before I can speak another word, we enter a pitch-black room and the university’s baseball star throws me down on the bed, coming down on top of me in a split second. Pinning me, his warm, minty breath pelting my lips. “Don’t you ever run away from me again, little girl.” His right hand closes around my throat, squeezing. “Do you understand me? Don’t you dare.”
“I’m sorry,” I whimper, confused by the tingle of excitement between my legs.
Confused by the desire for him to squeeze my throat harder.
Where is this coming from?
“Of course, you’re sorry,” he says on an exhale, some of the tension ebbing from his athletic frame, his open mouth raking over my temple, through my hair. “Perfect girl. My sweet, sexy girl would never do anything to upset me on purpose, would she?”
“No. Never,” I whisper.
“I want to know every fucking thing about you. Every detail I don’t already know.”
In the back of my mind, I know he’s getting into character. He’s becoming my stalker so he can catch him. Help me. Keep me safe. But maybe…just for a little while…I can pretend it is Cash himself who really wants to know everything about me? It would be so easy in this dark, quiet room, where there is no sound except his shallow breathing and mine. We’re in our own private universe and I’m literally stripped bare. I ache to be emotionally naked with this man, too. “What exactly do you want to know?”
He groans, melting into me even more, his fully clothed body heavy on top of my nude one. “What is your biggest fear?”
“Tornadoes.”
I sense his surprise. “Really.”
“My brother made me watch Twister when I was seven and I wouldn’t go outside for six days,” I whisper into the darkness, the intimacy of the moment wrapping me up like a blanket. “I still have nightmares sometimes that I’m going to get swallowed up in one.”
“I would never let that happen.”
I giggle, as much as I can with his body weighing me down. “You’re strong enough to battle Mother Nature?”
“If you were in danger, Scout, I’d be capable of anything.”
“I am in danger. Remember?”
“Right. Yes.” He burrows his face into the slope of my neck and inhales deeply, his thumb running a lap around the hollow of my throat. “What makes you excited? What calms you down? What is your favorite day of the week?”
“In reverse order…Sunday. Some people get the scaries, but not me. I can block out Monday until my alarm goes off. Nothing is expected of anyone on Sunday. You don’t even have to take off your pajamas.”
His chuckle is warm. Affectionate. “Do you have a favorite pair of pajamas?”
“I haven’t even finished answering the other questions yet!” I finish on a gasp when he yanks my knees up around his hips and starts licking my neck. This man has me locked down on the bed, no way to move and he’s…he’s mauling me. Dragging his tongue along my shoulders and up my throat, his right hand leaving my throat to capture both of my wrists, holding them down firmly above my head. “Um…q-questions. Um. What makes me excited? Themes. I love when a party has a theme, like everyone has to dress like a celebrity. I love that. As far as what calms me down…I would say, looking at old pictures. In albums or even on my phone. Reacquainting myself with old, happy memories.”
“Answer the pajama question.”
“You’re so persistent,” I say, shuddering, because he’s sucking the area beneath my ear. Sliding lowing. Sucking more. All the while, my hands are being held captive above my head, my body feeling deliciously conquered. “I wear panties and socks.”
He makes an amused sound but doesn’t stop his ministrations. “That’s it?”
“My feet get cold,” I explain.
“But the rest of you doesn’t?”
“No.”
He hums, his mouth tracing my jawline. “You’ll wear a pair of my socks tonight. I want to know something of mine is keeping your toes warm.” He shifts his hips between my legs and my lungs empty in one long stuttered sound. “Fuck the panties, though. They’ll only end up ripped to shreds on my floor.”
“Are you…are we going to…”
“What do you think, Scout?” He rolls his forehead against mine. “I was fingering you five minutes after your brother walked out the door. Do you think we could have an innocent sleepover together?”
“No,” I breathe, unable to keep my eyes open, the sensation of his thumbs pressing deeply into my inner wrists is somehow so arousing that I feel my sex begin to dampen again. “N-no, I guess not.” Eager for a taste of him, I tilt my face and graze our lips together. “My turn to ask the questions. What scares you, Cash?”