Page 9 of Nightstalker

A soft groan slipped passed his lips when my thigh pressed against him. My nipples tightened even more at the sound, and the wetness between my legs drenched the boxers I was wearing. I guess that’s what I got for going commando. I think I read somewhere once it was un-lady like to go without panties, but I rarely see the use in wearing any. I now understand that the article I read urging women to wear panties must have been a cautionary piece. In case you find yourself in a situation with a six foot two inch, black haired, green eyed, sexy as all fuck man who is only inches from you and your pussy is dripping wet with nothing to stop the wetness from running down your leg.

My humiliation knew no bounds.

“Careful there, Jasmin,” he spoke softly near my ear, tickling the soft flesh down my neck giving me goose bumps all the way down my arms. “If you are checking to see if you made my dick hard with your sexy as hell little nipples poking through your tank top, I can confirm. My dick is rock hard.”

Well, damn, that was straight forward. I think I had a mini orgasm. I could feel my wetness running down my inner thigh. Time to stop this now, before I had to hide under my bed for the rest of my life in mortification. Please God, just let me walk away.

“I have to go.”

Oh shit, was that my voice? I sounded two octaves higher than normal, like a twelve year old boy whose nuts hadn’t dropped yet. Shit and damn!

“Are you running away from me, sweet Jasmin?” He lowered his face into the curve of my neck and inhaled deeply. “I can smell your sweetness from here.”

What the fuck did he just say? That shook me out of Mr. DDG’s sex crazed spell he put me under. I do not run away from anyone!

“Running away from who? You? Screw off!”

I stood straight and pushed my shoulders back. On second thought that was not the best idea. My sensitive nipples brushed against the stone wall that made up his chest and an involuntary moan escaped. I tried to pull it back in and press my lips together but it was too late.

“Easy there sweet Jasmin! My control is slipping by the second. Between your tight little nipples rubbing my chest and the smell of your sweet pussy I am getting ready to snap.” He pushed his body fully on to mine, running his hand over the curve of my hip. And that pesky little moan escaped once more.

“Knowing I made you so wet that you are dripping down your thigh and hearing that soft sweet moan come out of your filthy little mouth has my dick getting ready to explode.” He placed his finger on the inside on my thigh and slowly started moving it up towards my aching center.

I was in a trance; he must have hypnotized me. No man has ever gotten away with talking like that to me, or touching me when I was not in one hundred percent control. I didn’t have any control, he had it all, and I was spellbound, ready to spread my legs and beg a man I had known less than twenty four hours to fuck me. He stopped his exploration just shy of where I really wanted him. I watched with rapt attention as he brought his finger to his mouth and suck my wetness from his finger. I think my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I was having an out of body experience. My entire body trembled as I watched him pull his finger from his mouth.

“So. Fucking. Sweet.”

With that parting shot he started to back away. My body swayed as I came back to my senses. He placed his hands on my hips to help right my balance.

“Don’t touch me.”

Shit, I was such a fucking idiot. I straightened fully and took a step back. Shit. Shit. Shit. What just happened? Maybe I was dreaming, please Lord above let me be dreaming.

“There she is.” He chuckled as he fixed the strap on his pack, presumably to avoid the bullet wound on his shoulder.

“There who is?” I asked confused.

He just chuckled and ignored my question. Damn this man was infuriating. Screw it, I just need to get back inside my house and get some sleep. The sun was already peaking up over the horizon.

“When did it happen?” I nodded towards his shoulder.

“How’d you know?” Linc asked, once again moving the strap.

“Not my first rodeo, cowboy. I have seen my fair share of shoulder wounds.” Getting shot at sucks monkey balls, but getting hit sucks even worse.

“No I guess it wouldn’t be. Russia, that’s …umm... where it happened.” Linc looked like it pained him to utter that word. As much as I wanted to know about the mission, I was just too tired.

“Glad you made it out. Good night.” I walked back to my door.

“Good night, sweet Jasmin.” He went back to his door, his keys still hanging in the lock. I wondered if I should tell him he needed to turn the knob to the left a little to get the lock to engage. Nope, I’d let him figure it out.

Walking into my apartment, I made my way to the bedroom. I slid my soaked shorts off and tossed them in the dirty clothes hamper. Those might have to get double washed. With a groan of humiliation I threw myself on the bed.

“Why am I such an ass?” I asked the empty room.

I squeezed my legs together to calm the ache in my core as I remembered his touch and his voice against my neck. This was not helping! I just needed to close my eyes and visualize disassembling my M4. Funny how some people count sheep to go to sleep and I count the pieces of my weapons.

I heard the shower turn on next door. I squeezed my legs together again and screwed my eyes shut. Trying my hardest to block out the images my overactive, lustful mind was conjuring up. I just needed sleep. The last thing I needed to be doing was listening to Lincoln getting into the shower. Holy hell, he was naked in the shower! His shower only a mere twelve inches behind my bed. The house was so old the walls were like paper. I remembered hearing my old neighbors banging in the shower and in their room many nights. I could hear every grunt and groan. Fuck. My. Life. Again! I heard the old pipes whine as the water warmed up, and then the old glass doors squeaked loudly as he opened them to get in.