Red Light: A Dark Stalker Romance (Book One) (Dangerous Games Series)

Chapter Seven - Flick

I needed to get a hold of myself. I wasn't usually this forward. It felt like something was pushing me forward towards Alanna. Maybe it was because I knew she was mine. But I needed to stop pushing her so fast. Of course I wanted to touch her and hear her little noises and feel the stutter of her heart beat beneath me as I ravage her. But that could wait. It had only been a day after all. I had more self control than this. Or at least, I usually did.

Alanna finishes cleaning up the broken plate and replaces the broom in the pantry on its hook on the wall. "So, uh, back to it?" I ask, and she nods with a smile and we head to the living room. We work until dark again. Alanna insists on making me dinner, so I keep packing while she throws something together. We've made it to the study on the other side of the house. So far that's five rooms done almost. Plus the spare bedrooms that didn't have much other than clothes in them. If anything, it would be the attic that breaks us.

I remember going up there to clean once as a kid. The attic spans the entirety of the house and it is completely full with old junk, it was like a maze up there. Alanna probably hadn't been up there yet, or she wouldn't be so motivated. That room is daunting enough to slow anyone down. Well, maybe not Alanna, she was a force to be reckoned with. I pack up the last box and carry it to the entry room. I set it down and find myself headed for the kitchen. As I get close I smell chili and my stomach rumbles. I had only eaten half a sandwich at lunch before I was overcome.

Opening the door silently, I lean against the doorframe and watch Alanna pour chili over some hot dogs before placing the pot back on the stove and heading for the fridge to grab some shredded cheese. The way she moved was so fluid and graceful. Like a dancer. Her hair fanned and moved like silk around her shoulders. Her black eyes so focused on her task she doesn't see me until she turns with the plates towards the table. She startles and gives me that perfectly honest shocked look.

Some people can keep their masks on to a certain degree when they're surprised, Alanna is not one of those people. Her mask drops and I catch a glimpse of her perfect honest face staring at me, reminding me she's mine. I could look at her forever. "You are so beautiful." I say without thought and she blushes and sets the plates on the table. "Um...thanks...I guess." She chuckles nervously. I prowl toward her. I couldn't seem to stop myself. It's like there was something in the air pushing me towards her.

She turns and sees me headed toward her and backs up into the table, almost stumbling. I place both hands on either side of her, palms flat on the table. Breathing in her scent I groan. She looks at me with lust in her eyes and I hang my head, almost brushing her chest. "Why can't I seem to stop touching you?" I ask and she lets out a barking laugh. "When you figure it out, explain it to me. I'm free with my body and all, but usually I'm a little more subtle than this." She says. I look up and meet her eyes. My eyes trail from her black ones to her lips.

Perfect plush black pillows. I wanted everything she had, starting with those perfect lips. Her words ran around my head making me wonder how many men had touched my black beauty. It made me want to touch her all the more. To erase the memory of any hands but mine. Eliminate any taste that wasn't me. I wanted to surround her. To fill her. To breathe her always. I felt like it was impossible though, not that I knew why. Like she was so close but so far away. My lips ghost over hers and she groans in response. The sound goes straight to my dick.

Her hands start fiddling with the bottom of my shirt as we stare into each other's eyes, lips a hair's breadth away. We continue to try to control ourselves. My fingers were pressing into the top of the table with all the pressure I was capable of. My eyes searched hers, finding nothing but pure desire, it was addicting. Suddenly her fingers are slowly brushing against my waist above my jeans. My cock hardens and presses against my pants to be free.