Shadowed

Jack

"Jack," she whispers, her blue eyes wide and shining in the faint light of my bedroom, "Jack, kiss me."

She doesn't have to tell me twice. I cross the room in a single step and cover her mouth with mine, pressing her against the wall as her arms snake up around my neck. God, it feels so good. She's kissing me back, her mouth parted in a gasp. I use this to my advantage and deepen the kiss, letting my body press against hers. I remind myself to go slow but damn is it hard.

Skylar's hands run over my biceps and a low groan escapes my mouth. Unable to control myself, I grab her leg and hitch it up onto my hip before lifting her up with my hands planted firmly on her ass. She gasps and quickly wraps her legs around my waist to keep her balance before giggling and tossing her long mane of hair behind her shoulder. She leans down and tangles her fingers in my hair as she pulls me closer.

It's like I'm on fire. Blood is roaring in my ears. I step backward until my calves touch the bed and then fall on my back so that she is straddling my hips, our kiss never breaking. She pulls away and tosses her head back so that her throat is exposed, I lean in without thinking and kiss her neck. She gasps in excitement as my scruff scrapes against the smooth skin of her neck and collar bone, I chuckle as I make my way back up to her lips.

She moans against my lips and sits up, her hands roaming over my bare chest. She grins down at me, her hair falling around her face. She looks so incredibly sexy.

"Touch me, Jack." She sighs.

Skylar grabs my wrist and guides my hands over her legs before letting go to reach for the hem of the pale blue lace around her stomach...

A dog barks next to my car and I start awake.

God dammit...

I groan in annoyance and straighten up, a twinge in my neck throbbing painfully. A jogger with a dog on a leash is going in the opposite direction of my truck, part of me wants to start up my truck and run him down.

Shaking my head, I lean down to grab my coffee, which has gone cold while I was sleeping. Taking a sip, I turn on the car and glance at the clock on the radio, realizing with surprise that it's almost twelve. Who walks their dog at fucking midnight? A murmur of panic seizes my heart though when I realize that Skylar is usually asleep by now. Sure enough, when I look up at her window down the street it's dark.

"Fucking shit." I hiss angrily, smacking my hand against the steering wheel.

I lean back and try to control my breathing, or I just might go find that dick with the dog and kill him to vent my anger. After finding out where Skylar lived last week, I've come around every night once it's dark; hoping that she'll look out the window and see me waiting for her. No luck so far. The closest I've gotten is her walking pass the window while talking on the phone, wearing nothing but a T-Shirt. It's bad enough that I can't be in there with her without her teasing me like that.

I breathe deeply through my nose while closing my eyes and take a sip of my coffee. Nothing like ice cold shit-coffee. Sighing, I glance over at the white envelope sitting in the passenger seat, a pink gerber daisy at it's side. The streetlight is streaming through the window and shining on the letter so that her name stands out. Skylar.

Maybe the first couple letters I sent her were too promiscuous. She still hasn't answered, or even acknowledged that she's received them. Hello beautiful... I growl again at my own stupidity and drain the rest of my coffee. I smack my lips and throw the cup down on the floor with the others. I haven't slept in days, all I can think about is Skylar.

You're going too far, Jack. Remember Beth?

How could I forget? Her face swims across my mind, her dark eyes and smooth brown skin standing out in my mind. It wasn't so smooth anymore, was it?

Serves her right, that bitch.

I look back at the envelope and the stupid flower, it's soft pink petals looking sickly yellow in the streetlight. I sigh.

Maybe letters aren't enough. The flower is a start but still... What else could I do? To show her I care? To make her notice me again?

I look back at her dark window, thinking hard, flashes of that incredible dream going through my head. I'm going to have to get more creative.