Stalking Her Sweetly - MINK Page 0,17

attention back to him.

“No, I’m not hungry.” I pull my hand back. “I’m going to call my dad. See if he can come get me.” I’ll never hear the end of this.

He snags my hand again.

“Don’t pull away, Jamie.” He gives my hand a tug. I fall into him.

He smiles down at me almost wolfishly. “I never said I had a date. You did.”

“You can have a date,” I rush to say. I can feel my face heating already. And it’s not just my face.

He tucks one of my curls behind my ear.

“Why would I go on a date with someone? Do I kiss you like I want to date someone else?” He leans down closer to me. His warm breath grazes my lips. I shake my head.

I don’t understand his kisses. They do things to me. They make me feel things I’ve never felt before.

“Did you really think I was going to be okay with you going on a date?”

“You seemed unbothered by it.” I try to toss the words out there nonchalantly, so naturally they sound rushed and irritated.

His lips twitch. It’s the same smile he gives me when I’m being a total nutcase.

“You can’t go on the date, Jamie.”

I don’t know why, but I feel the need to push. “I can do whatever I want.” I tilt my chin up, trying to be defiant. All I actually do is brush my mouth against his.

“How are you going to do that when you don't have his number anymore?” I start to reach into my pocket, but he pulls me more into him. “You’ll never find it.” He took it. When and how did he do that?

“I thought you said you’re going through some stuff right now?”

“Jamie.” The way he says my name almost sounds like a warning. It has me pressing my thighs together. Something dark flashes across his eyes. I press myself more into him. There’s something pulling me to him. I’m held captive by his dark gaze. “You should be careful.”

For some reason I don’t think he’s talking about the unknown killer. “If you haven't noticed, I'm not too good at being careful.”

“Trust me. I’ve noticed. I notice everything about you.” Then he’s on me. His mouth takes mine in a hard kiss. His fingers tangle into my hair. I gasp when he gives my hair a pull and tilts my head to the angle he demands.

His tongue slips in as he takes what he wants. I moan, my fingers digging into his chest as I let him take me. I know I shouldn't be doing this. I’m putting him in danger. But with the way he’s got his hands on me, I don’t have much of a choice in the matter anyway. He wants to kiss me, and there is no stopping him. My whole body tingles at the thought.

I warned him. Told him what could happen. He just doesn't seem to care. The thought that he wants me so bad that he’s willing to risk his life has me kissing him back with everything I have.

11

Silas

I unlock the door, pull her inside, then lock it back.

“Cheating,” she mumbles as I back her against the door and resume our kiss.

I can’t get enough of her mouth. Angling her head to the side, I delve deeper, tonguing her as I slip a hand under her shirt and cup one of her tits.

She grips my forearms as I knead her, then pinch her hard nipple through the fabric of the bra. I yank the cup down and feel her silky skin. How many times have I seen her naked, her body laid out before me like a map of pleasure. Now she’s here, in my house, safe in my arms where she belongs.

I can’t let her go. Not this time. No more games. I have to taste her, to finally lay a claim to her the way I’ve dreamed about.

We kiss for long moments as my hands roam her body. With a tug, I pull her shirt off and toss it, then unfasten her bra.

Backing up, I look at her. She takes my breath away.

“Um.” She bites her lip. “Maybe I should--”

I claim her mouth again before she suggests anything that could put distance between us. Hell, the few inches of space separating us right now is too much.

Reaching behind me, I pull my shirt off and toss it, then lean down and suck one of her taut nipples into my mouth. She moans and runs her