Page 15 of Done Waiting

I’m working my way through my very long list, starting with the least guilty offenders and working to the guiltiest. Which means the Ice Queen is number one on the guiltiest list.

Shutting the water off, I grab a towel, dry my hair then my body. Wrapping it around my waist, I step out, heading to the foggy mirror. Swiping a hand over it, I stare at my reflection. I’m so close to getting the vengeance I’ve craved; I can taste it.

My thoughts automatically go to Maddie. Speaking of tasting…soon, I’ll know what every fucking inch of her tastes like.

With a grin, I spin around, heading to my bedroom. After throwing on boxers, jeans, and a sweatshirt, I head to my nightstand, grabbing my cell phone.Might as well grab a coffee and some donuts before I visit Maddie.

Maybe I should sneak into her bedroom and wake her up?My dick twitches at the thought, picturing her lying on her back in her childhood bed. I’d crawl into bed with her, my body straddling her petite warm body. Her eyes would fly open, then widen from the fear coursing through her. Putting my hand over her mouth, I’d whisper, “Shh, baby girl. Just relax and let me make you feel good.”

And God, I’d make her feel good. I’m a quick learner because I observe what others miss. But I wouldn’t miss a damn thing about her. Every sigh, twitch, groan, flicker in her eye… all of it would be noticed by me. The urge to make her come all over my fingers, face, and dick has my dick so hard it’s like concrete inside my pants, straining against the denim.

Fuck, knock it off, Jagger.

Glancing out the window at the early morning rays of dawn kissing woods, I spring into action. Combing my hair with my fingers, I grab my phone and keys, running down the stairs to the front door of my cabin. Disabling my alarm, I step outside, locking and resetting it as I hurry to my truck.

Jumping into my truck, I start the ignition, then put it in gear, and head down the long, bumpy mountain road, my thoughts on coffee and food, then checking in on my baby girl.

My lips curl up in a smile.I’ll bet Maddie would be pissed about me referring to her as baby girl. I’ll find out soon enough.

The drive to town seems to take forever, even though there’s hardly any traffic this time of the morning. I head to the coffee shop, the smell of donuts making my stomach growl while the scent of coffee beans rejuvenates me.

Devouring the donut as I drive satiates my hunger. I wash it down with hot coffee, then reach for another donut.

By the time I’m parked in the same spot as yesterday, I’ve polished off the food and coffee and practically inhaled my cigarette, anxious to see Maddie.

Once I’ve finished my cigarette, I dispose of it in the container inside my truck, then jog down the alley to the woods.

My breathing is heavy as I return to the spot by the tree, the early morning sun enhancing the shades of red on the maple tree. I look up at Madison’s window, sucking in a breath when she appears, moving closer. Sticking to the shadows, I automatically move toward her, desperate to see her again. More importantly, I want her to get a glimpse ofme.

She looks well rested, her cheeks pink instead of the milky white they’ve been for the past week. Her arms go overhead, stretching above her head, as she gazes around.

Then her eyes land on me.

Honey eyes widen and darken into a deeper shade of brown as she stares at me. Her breathing accelerates while her face goes pale.

Oh, baby girl. I could restore color to your face.

I hold her gaze, watching hers roam over my body, her expression full of fear and disbelief. Her hands press against thewindowsill as she shifts her weight to one leg, moving closer to the glass.

Mimicking her movements, I step closer, shifting my weight to the same leg. I tilt my head so she can see the smile on my face, knowing the hoodie and the angle of the sun where I’m standing prevents her from getting a good look at my face.

Her reaction is immediate, stirring a need deep within me.

I’m positive she’d be embarrassed if she could see what I see on her face. The hunger in her eyes, her pupils dilating, her chest rising and falling like she’s running in the woods. She barely blinks as she drinks me in with her gaze.

Is there any unconscious awareness that you clung to me while I was in your room last night, baby girl? Something stirring within your unconscious, a familiarity, although you were asleep.

Her lips parted as she stared at me, the longing on her face palpable.

My nerves fire like missiles all at once as I focus all my attention solely on her. Myobsession.

Madison’s face contorts from horror, and I could practically hear her admonishing herself for revealing so much to me. When her gaze locked on mine, she was completely unguarded and vulnerable, and I took advantage of it, soaking her in while analyzing her.

She closes her eyes, and I stealthily move out of her view, hiding against the shrubs along her house.

I’m sure she’s doubting herself, feeling like she’s crazy right now.

That’s what I want.It’s part of my plan. I’m going to knock her off balance, her world spinning, as she obsesses over me the way I’ve been over her. I’ll infiltrate her thoughts, just like I’ve infiltrated her senses, making her hyper-aware of me. She’ll desire me,craveme, like I do her.

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