Stalker

Chapter Eight


Greg placed the blankets on the sofa for another night of sleeping on it. He felt he was constantly in the dog house with Sara. He laughed softly as he fluffed up his pillow.

His thoughts went to Sara, who was in the shower. His mind pictured her, the water running over her body. He smiled as he imagined himself stepping in behind her, wrapping his arms around her. He closed his eyes as his body began to burn.

He shook his head, pushing the fantasy from his mind. He sighed and finished making his bed.

“Have you heard from Archie?” Sara asked from behind him.

Greg turned and his body flared to life. Sara stood in his dark blue bath robe and his mind worked overtime. He pictured her naked under the robe and his breathing increased. He blinked several times, not noticing her questioning expression.

“Greg?”

“Um…no. Not yet.”

Sara raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. She turned and headed into his bedroom.

Greg sighed and sat on the couch. He ran his hands through his hair as he leaned back into the cushions. He closed his eyes as he tried to push down his raging desires.

I think this is going to become torture, he thought.

He sighed again and decided to get some sleep. He pulled back the blankets and climbed under them. He fell asleep with visions of Sara in his mind.


~*~


Greg’s eyes flew open and he sat up, his ears straining. Something had woken him, startling him out of sleep.

The sound came again and his heart pounded against his chest. He looked toward his bedroom and he heard what sounded like a whimper.

Sara, he thought as he leaped off the sofa and dashed into the room.

Greg rushed to her side, turning on the nearby lamp. The covers had been kicked off, the pillow on the floor. She mumbled in her sleep, her arms flaying wildly.

He grabbed her arms, placing them at her sides. He stroked her hair as he whispered in her ear.

“It’s all right. I’m here.”

“Greg!” Sara shouted, her eyes snapping open.

The way she called his name sent chills spreading through him. She looked at him, the fear reflected in her eyes. She blinked several times as if she didn’t believe what she saw.

“Are you all right?” Greg asked as he placed his hands on her face.

In answer, she kissed him, startling him. He surprised himself by pulling back. He stared at her, speechless. He always wanted to kiss her, but was afraid of her reaction. He never thought Sara would kiss him, though.

“Sara?”

Sara wrapped her arms around him, bringing him closer to her. He placed his hands on her arms, stopping her.

“Sara, no,” he said even as his body responded to her. “You don’t want to do this.”

“Yes, I do,” she whispered, “You do, too.”

“Not like this,” he said as he attempted to get out of her embrace. “You’ll hate yourself and me in the morning.”

“Forget the morning. I want you, Greg. I need you.”

Sara’s voice sent desire blazing through him. He couldn’t resist her and they both knew it. He stared into her eyes and saw the desire and need within them.

“Just let it happen,” she whispered as she took his mouth with hers.

Greg’s senses went into overdrive as she deepened the kiss. He moaned against her mouth, his tongue exploring. His hands moved down her arms and around her waist. He pulled her against him as he rained kisses from her jaw to her neck.

His hands slipped underneath her silk pajama top, causing her to gasp. He took her mouth with his as his hands caressed her breasts. Her moan caused his arousal to grow and the fire to rage inside him.

It was almost too much for him, but he held himself at bay. This was a dream come true for him and he didn’t want to ruin it. He cared too much for her to rush this.

“Sara,” Greg whispered, his heart in his voice.

Sara removed his shirt and set her hands to exploring. Her touch burned his skin. He sucked in a breath as she kissed and licked her way down his body. She pushed down his underwear as she took his mouth once again.

He unbutton her top, pushing it off her. He pulled away and gazed at her in the light from the lamp. He swallowed, not believing what he saw.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

Sara smiled and wrapped her arms around him. She pulled him into a passionate kiss, nearly sending him over the edge. Their tongues danced as she lied down on the bed, pulling him on top of her. Her fingers buried themselves in his hair as she deepened the kiss.

Greg left her mouth and trailed kisses down her body, stopping at a breast. He took it into his mouth, causing her to gasp and arch against him. He swirled his tongue around it then turned to her other breast, repeating the process. He smiled as her gasps became low moans of pleasure.

He raised up on his knees and pulled her pajama bottoms down her legs and off. His gaze roamed over her body, taking her in. Her dark hair fanned out on the pillow. Her skin was lit by the bedside lamp, giving her a golden glow. If this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up.

Sara stared up at Greg and her heart raced as she saw the expression in his eyes. She had never seen desire so intense before and it thrilled her, aroused her even more. She reached up and pulled him down into a fierce kiss, wanting him to know she desired him as much as he desired her.

She gasped as he slowly entered her. She closed her eyes and moaned as he filled her. She wrapped her legs around him, driving him deeper inside her.

He began to move inside her, causing her heart to melt at his tenderness. Tears stung her eyes, but they weren’t in pain or sorrow. She hadn’t expect this from him, but he always surprised her.

He increased his pace and she matched his thrusts. The tension coiled within her stomach, tightening its grip. She moaned his name as her fingers dug into his back. Her heart soared as she stood on a cliff. The inferno which had been building between them engulfed her. She cried out his name, taking him with her as she fell off the edge.


~*~


Sara slowly opened her eyes and felt something lying upon her. She looked down and saw an arm draped across her stomach. Her stomach tightened as her gaze traveled up the arm and landed on its owner.
Her eyes widened when she saw Greg lying next to her.

“Oh, God,” she whispered as the memory of how he ended up in bed with her came crashing back.

“This can’t be happening,” she said as she moved out from under him.

She climbed out of bed, staring at him in shock. She ran her hands through her hair, her mind racing. She didn’t want to talk to him when he woke up. She knew what he would say, what he would want. She didn’t think she could give it to him.

She shook her head and headed into the bathroom. She decided she would be at the lab when he woke up. It would give her enough time to think of something to say to him. Something that wouldn’t hurt his feelings.

She turned on the shower and stepped inside, letting the warm water wash away the tension. She closed her eyes and tried to think of what she would say to him when she saw him at the lab.

Several minutes later, the opportunity to leave without him noticing went out the window. She stepped out of the bathroom and saw he was no longer in bed. She froze, her eyes glued to it. Her heart raced like it did last night, but this time it wasn’t desire, but fear.

“Damn it,” Sara whispered as she dropped the towel and went to the closet. She didn’t have time to come up with something to say now.

Maybe I can still do this, she thought as she picked out some clothes. Just think of something, Sara.

Dressed now, Sara stepped into the living room and saw Greg in the kitchen, making breakfast. She swallowed and tried to calm her racing heart.

Her gaze went to the door and wondered if she could sneak out it.

“What do you want in your omelet?” Greg asked, putting an end to her plan of escape.

She turned and saw him looking at her. Her heart leaped into her throat, almost stopping her ability to breath. She drew a breath and shrugged.

“No meat, of course,” she said, her feet planted to the floor. She knew if she stepped any closer to him, she would want a repeat of last night.

“Okay, veggie omelet coming up,” Greg said as he went back to cooking.

Sara sighed and sat on the couch, her head in her hands. It had been a mistake last night and she knew it. She had used him to comfort herself. He had tried to stop her, but they both gave in to their desires.

“What’s wrong, Sara?” Greg’s voice brought her out of her thoughts.

She looked up at him, his concern evident in his eyes. It was those eyes which were nearly her undoing. She wouldn’t be able to say anything to him if she looked into his eyes.

“About last night,” she said, her voice more calm than she felt. She took a deep breath as she waited for his response.

“What about it? You had a nightmare. Want to talk about it?”

Sara shook her head. She barely remembered the dream, Greg’s ministrations taking care of it. Her face burned thinking about it. She pushed it aside and concentrated on what she had to say to him.

“I don’t want to talk about my dream,” she said calmly. “I want to talk about after.”

“Oh,” Greg’s voice sounded unsure, but she didn’t want to look. She kept her eyes on her hands as they twisted around themselves.

“It got out of control,” she said. “I shouldn’t have done what I did. I didn’t mean to use you like that.”

“What do you mean?” Greg asked, his voice tinged with anger.

“I was scared. You were there and I wanted more than just to be comforted,” she answered. “It was selfish, I know.”

“Looks like I should have tried harder to stop you,” Greg said, his voice closer now.

Sara forced herself not to look at him. She knew she wouldn’t be able to say anything if she did. She would break down and cry for what she did to him. She knew what happened last night was something he had dreamed of doing and she ruined it. She felt worse for that reason alone.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered as she stared at the floor.

“You’re not sorry.”

She looked at him then, surprised by his words. His eyes blazed with anger, sending a wave of desire surging through her. She stood and backed away, hoping to put some distance between them.

“Greg…” she began, hoping to soothe him.

“I don’t want to hear it,” he said, the anger in his eyes replaced by pain. “You used what I felt for you and now you want to throw it away! Did you even enjoy last night or was that all acting on your part?”

Sara felt her stomach drop. She reached out to him, not able to stand the pain in his eyes and voice. He backed away from her. How could things go wrong so quickly?

“Greg, listen,” she said as she closed the gap between them. “It was a mistake and I’m sorry.”

“Don’t tell me it was a mistake. It might have meant nothing to you, but it meant everything to me!”

Greg grabbed his keys off the end table and headed out the door. She winced when it slammed shut. She knew she should go after him, but it would only lead to more fighting. She sighed and stepped into the kitchen. She stared at the food in the skillet as she turned off the stove.

In the parking lot, three cars from Greg’s, a man watched. He narrowed his eyes as the car drove away. He looked back at the apartment building and sneered.

He had followed them from the diner the other night and watched and waited. His desire was now alone, but she wasn’t who he was after. Not, yet.

He didn’t know which apartment they were in, but he had ways of finding out. He smiled evilly as he waited for his moment to strike.

So this is where you have been, he thought as he gripped the steering wheel. You moved in with him. I’ll put that to an end and soon.