The deep hours of the night were hot and dark; even the full moon had moved away on its path and stars had faded away to barely there pinpricks. Long restless hours went by with no sleep. Sirens in the distance, dogs barking. Her husband had been gone for several days and the lonely nights alone were wearing on her with no sleep. But tonight felt different. Wrong somehow. She was uneasy and couldn't determine the why of it. Long hot baths didn't help, nor the instant but fleeting gratification of an orgasm.
Lying there contemplating everything and nothing, a very faint, barely there sound jerked her head toward the dark doorway to the room. Squinting into the shadows, heart pounding, she slowly slid out of bed. Stopping every few steps to listen, no other sounds came but the air flowing from the vents above. She made a very slow and cautious circuit through the house, exploring every single room, flipping switches. Peering through the window slats into the backyard yielded no source. Sighing with relief, she turned to head back to bed.
Two feet from her, standing in front of the fireplace, was the large outline of a man. A very big man. Heart pounding, she froze, no sound would come. He slowly moved toward her, holding out on hand.
"I'm not here to hurt you. I'm sorry I've frightened you. Please don't be afraid. I've been watching you for a long time. I know what this looks like, but I'm not a stalker. I'm just drawn to you. I need to have you. Please."
The closer he came into the light, the bigger she could see he actually was, but also very, very handsome. And so very muscular. And sexy. Wow, that took the edge off just a bit. But then serial killers could be hot too, couldn't they? Should she run for a kitchen knife now, when she knew very well she'd never make it or play this by ear? Not much of a choice here.
"Okay, can we just kinda sit and chat about this then? Maybe have a glass of wine?" Cause she sure as hell needed one!
"Wine?" he chuckled. "Sure. I like red, deep full bodied red." He looked at the bar, then back at her, then gestured with his hand for her to proceed. On trembling legs, she moved toward the wine cooler. Picking one she knew her husband liked, she turned and almost slammed right into this chest. His big wide powerful looking chest. He steadied her with both hands. The minute he touched her, desire went through her from head to toe. They both froze, staring in mutual shock. That was not expected. He was a complete stranger. In her house, uninvited.
"How did you even get in? The alarm is set!" He smiled. "Now that would be telling, and I just may want to come back sometime." He turned serious, "You're safe with me. I know this looks bad, but I won't hurt you. Not unless you ask me to" he grinned again. She ignored that and moved to the cabinet to get a couple of glasses while he opened the bottle. They stood in silence, studying each other, drinking the strong wine much too fast. She had hoped it would calm her nerves, or buy her some time, but it worked for neither.
He waited until she'd had few more sips from her glass before he took it from her and placed it on the table with his. He took her hand and led her to the couch. He reached out to stroke a finger along her soft cheek. Her lips parted and the tip of her tongue came out to wet her bottom lip. His gaze became glued to her mouth. He had to have a taste of her.
He shifted his hand to cup her cheek and brought his mouth down onto hers. A wolf's growl of satisfaction punched out of him before he could stop it. She stiffened at the sound, but soon pressed herself closer when he deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue between her lips.
The taste of her sent his arousal and need up another notch. Her head, already swimming from the alcohol she'd consumed, swam even more. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her chest tightly to his. She gasped into his mouth, startled to see his eyes mutely glowing at this point... so he closed them.
