Page 3 of Stalking His Mate

I know I didn’t imagine the initial scent of her arousal or the mutual attraction in her soft brown eyes. The question is how do I approach her, and show her that I’m not the one-night stand playboy she obviously thinks I am.

When I finish eating, I leave enough cash to cover my meal twice over then stride out of the diner without a backward glance. I don’t want to make her uncomfortable—more uncomfortable—and the longer I stay here the more likely I am to do something that she might not like. Like drag her to my bike and up into the mountains to my territory.

Long strides take me across the parking lot where my bright yellow Ducati is waiting for me. I waste no time strapping on my skull cap and sliding a pair of Ray Bans on. Then I rev the engine before pulling into traffic.

2

AMY

I’m struggling to juggle the phone at my ear, my purse I’m digging through, and my bulky water bottle as I hurry across the poorly lit parking lot to my small, run-down apartment. This isn’t the worst neighborhood but it’s a far cry from the best and it’s what I can afford on my meager waitress salary.

“Make sure you thank Grandma for taking you to the movies today,” I remind my daughter as I shuffle everything again, trying to find my keys. Shit. Where are they? “And don’t forget to brush your teeth before bed.”

“I know, mom.” I can easily visualize the roll of her eyes. Damn, she’s getting so big.

“I love you and miss you,” I say, trying to keep the sudden thickness of tears from my voice as I bend down to dig through the small planter filled with river rocks that Molly and I painted a couple summers ago. It’s where I hide my spare key. For nights like this when I can’t seem to find the keyring I just had.

“I love and miss you too,” Molly chirps. “Good night!”

“Good night, Amy. Don’t rush to get her tomorrow!” My ex-mother-in-law shouts from the background.

I’m so thankful for her, but I’ll still rush to get my girl as soon as I’m off work tomorrow. I can’t help it. I finish my goodbye’s and let myself into my small apartment before kicking the door shut behind me. My favorite lemon verbana scented wax melt warmer is little more than a soft glow as I drop everything in my arms onto the counter.

Reaching for the light switch, I blink against the harsh overhead light. Right in front of me is my missing set of keys. Of course they were in my hand the entire time. With a huff, I lock the front door and then start peeling off my grease-scented work clothes.

The apartment is nothing but a small galley kitchen, living room that’s only slightly larger and a narrow hall that leads to a bathroom, closet sized second bedroom, and a master bedroom that barely fits my full-sized bed. Everything about it is outdated, but thanks to some serious elbow grease, at least it’s clean.

I keep all the blinds and curtains closed tight, after I had a peeping-tom, or maybe a burglar casing the place, shortly after I moved in. Thankfully Molly wasn’t with me that night.

I trade my uniform for a towel from the linen closet/washer-dryer across from the bathroom. Twisting the water to scalding, I stand naked in front of the mirror as I scrub my make-up off. Only when the bathroom is thick with steam do I step under the weak spray. Gooseflesh prickles across my skin and I gasp when my nipples tighten from going from cold to hot. Without any warning, a handsome face flickers behind my closed eyes. Sun-streaked hair and skin tanned golden by the sun. I moan as I reach up to cup my suddenly aching breasts.

His deep voice whispers to me from my memory. The low growl of it skitters over my skin and this time when he asks to take me out, I don’t tell him no.

I grab my loofa and squeeze some of my favorite coconut scented body wash into it, working it into a thick lather before running the soft puff across my body.

“I’d love to take you out on a date.” I replay those words over and over. Imagining that he’s behind me, leaning down to whisper them into my ear.

I sigh as I run the loofa over my breasts. The soft synthetic fibers are rough across my nipples, and I can’t help the small gasp that escapes from between my lips.

“Let me take you out, Amy,” he begs me. Now it’s his callous rough hands that are abrading my tight nipples. He slides the peaked tips between his fingers, pinching them just enough for it to sting. Instead of the warm steam, I imagine it’s his breath caressing the side of my face.

“Yes,” I moan as I trail the soapy loofa from my breasts down over the gentle swell of my stomach and… lower. “Yes, I want you to take me.”

The loofa disappears between my thighs and I gasp as it brushes over where my clit peeks out from between my lips.

A low growl fills the steam filled bathroom. I need to turn the water down or I’m going to be mopping condensation from the ceiling, but right now that’s the very last thing I care about.

“Is this where you want me?” he asks. “Do you need me between your thighs. Lathering you up with my hand?”

“Yes,” I gasp. The loofa slips from my fingers, falling to the floor with a splat. Then it’s my fingers sliding between my legs, slipping between my lips to tease my clit. “Oh, yes, just like that.”

“Mmm, you’re so slippery for me,” I imagine him saying as I pretend it’s his fingers and not mine that are quickly working me toward orgasm. “Rub that clit for me. Get yourself nice and worked up, Amy. Let me watch you fall apart.”

The hand not between my legs slaps to the side of the shower, holding me up as I crest with the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever given myself without my vibrator. My breath explodes from my lungs on a low moan and I swear I see stars before my knees go out and I slump down into the shallow tub.

3

DANTE

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