Page 5 of My Modern Viking Stalker

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, why do you ask?”

I meet his eyes. They are blue. Turquoise and piercing in a penetrate-your-soul-and-rip-it-out-of-your-body kind of way. I watch in fascination when his Adam’s apple bobs as he downs the water and then licks at his lips when he’s done.

My sex clenches from the move, and I hold back a moan, turning away from his intense gaze.

“You seem nervous, if I make you uncomfortable, then I can leav-”

“No, stay!” The words rush out before I can even make sense of what I am asking of him.

He takes a few steps closer, and I back up until my back hits the wall. He moves closer but doesn’t touch me. Still, it’s enough to send a shiver running down my back. My body aches in a very unfamiliar way. The tightening between my thighs is as scary as it is thrilling.

He is so big and tall compared to me, and the way he crowds me against the wall should have me terrified, and yet, that’s not why my breath is choppy.

No, it’s the way he looks at me. The way his eyes trace over my face and body with such undiluted need, as if I am the only thing that revolves around his world, which is strange because he doesn’t know me.

We’re strangers.Right?

“Are you sure you want me to stay?” he whispers, his voice so deep, I can hear the rumble, but I… I don’t know what I want.

I am terrified but equally excited by his presence. He is a stranger, but the first man I have ever felt this level of attraction to.

“Do you?” I ask, my voice shaky.

He takes another step closer, until he is flush against me, before lifting his hand and my brushing hair behind my ear. His touch sends a trail of heat where our skin connects, and I gasp, my nipples budding. The sensitive skin brushing against my bra is just too much.

He hasn’t touched me for Christ’s sake. Just a brush of skin and…

“What?”

“Uh…”

“Do I, what?”

My mind is a mess, I can barely keep up with this conversation with him standing so close, but he doesn’t let me off the hook. He grabs my chin and lifts it up so I am looking into his eyes.

“Answer me.”

Heat pools between my thighs at the order, I almost cringe. I take orders from no one, but with the way his eyes are digging into mine, I just want to obey all his commands.

“Do you want to stay?” I manage to focus long enough to get it out.

He doesn’t respond, he doesn’t need to when it is written all over his face. He cups my cheeks before trailing his fingers down my neck. My eyes flutter to a close at the feather-light touch.

“Open your eyes.”

They snap open and look up to meet his dark, intense eyes. “I want your eyes on me. If you close them, I stop.”

I have no idea what he is talking about as his large hand traces the curve of my breast through my top, sending a storm down to my stomach. He drags down my top and bra straps to expose my naked breasts. I hiss at the cold air that touches my nipples and hardens them further.

He then slips a thumb into his mouth before pulling it out and brushing the wet finger against the sensitive, peaked bud. I moan from the sensation, even as my eyes flutter to a close.

His hand disappears forcing my eyes to snap open in confusion. Why did he stop…. oh!

“Eyes stay open, sweetheart.”

I quickly nod, wanting,needinghis hands back on me. No one has ever touched me like this.No one.

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