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Crazy Cat Lady, part three

December 16, 2014 by Mary

For Mature Readers Only (18+)

Read part one and part two first. 

The blazing fire between Blaine and I was burning me. I couldn’t stop wanting him and it looked like I was finally going to get my Christmas wish. Blaine laid me back over the bed and whispered, “Where was I?”

His mouth closed around my neck, those delicious shivers racing up and down my spine. I arched into him, silently offering myself to him. He accepted everything I was giving him and more.

His fingers glided over my throat, down to my chest where he latched on to one of my nipples, teasing me through the fabric of my shirt and bra. His mouth worked in tandem with his hand, tormenting me until I was a puddle beneath him, whimpering and begging for more.

Blaine grinned as he sat up. His eyes locked onto mine before he yanked his shirt over his head. As if he knew what kind of power his bare chest would have, he watched my reaction.

“Damn,” I breathed.

“That’s all I can think when I look at you. I want to see you, Karen, all of you.”

He reached for my shirt and my shyness kicked in. The only ones I’d been naked in front of lately were my cats, and they didn’t really count. Slowly, as though he was torturing himself, he peeled my shirt up. With each inch of skin he bared he covered it with kisses, sensual, open-mouthed kisses that had my skin burning like he was licking me with fire.

When my shirt hit the floor he reached around behind me and unhooked my bra, quickly sending it after my shirt. His bare chest rested against my stomach as his mouth devoured me, licking, nibbling, and inhaling my breasts as though they were the most delicious dessert he’d ever tasted. Blaine moved slowly downward, tugging my pants off as he moved.

I laid before him on my bed, naked except my plain cotton panties. “Jesus, you’re beautiful,” he said reverently as he ran his hand over his face. “I don’t know why I waited so long to talk to you.”

I froze, immediately both creeped out and confused. “What did you say?”

Blaine backed up, the realization of what he admitted to crashing over his beautiful face. All of a sudden, I saw him in a different light. He wasn’t a random guy who needed help. He was a crazy stalker.

“Who the hell are you?” I nearly screamed, trying to cover myself up with the blanket as I backed away from him. “What do you want from me?”

“Karen, please, baby, don’t flip out on me. It’s not like that,” he pleaded.

“Then, please, Blaine, tell me what the fuck it’s like because it sounds like a big fucking mistake on my part.”

He picked my clothes up off the floor and reached them out to me, staying far enough out of reach that I couldn’t slap the shit out of him like I wanted to do. He grabbed his own shirt and pulled it back over his head then turned his back so I could get dressed. “This isn’t a mistake, Karen. Please give me a chance to explain.”

“I’m waiting for something other than you telling me you have something to say.”

“Listen, I shouldn’t have said that, but I don’t want to lie to you. I’ve seen you before. At the pet store. The first time was a few weeks ago. Your smile absolutely lit up the whole place. I knew from that moment I had to find a way to talk to you.”

I smiled, unable to stop myself. He half-smiled back at me and I forced my lips back into a frown. Blaine ran his hand through his hair again before he continued.

“After that I went to the pet store hoping I’d run into you. I was there so much the adoption center was starting to wonder about me. When I went earlier this week I was talking to Molly, the woman who manages the adoptions, and saw Skyy. She was beautiful and really took to me. Molly convinced me to take her home and I loved her. Tonight was purely an accident. I didn’t know you’d be there, but when I saw you in the cat food aisle, I couldn’t resist talking to you. Just for a minute I wanted to feel that incredible glow you bestow on everyone around you.”

I was dumbfounded. I really wanted to believe him but felt stupid giving in so easily. Could I really trust a guy I just met? One who just admitted to essentially stalking me? Wasn’t that Smart Woman 101 – don’t give away trust?

“How can I believe that you’re just a normal guy who happened to follow me around for a few weeks?”

“I didn’t follow you around,” Blaine pleaded. “I only saw you at the pet store. When I went back I hoped to see you, but I only saw you there a few times. One of the cashiers noticed me watching you and mentioned that you work with the adoption group to place cats. That’s how I met Molly. But I never followed you home until today when you invited me. And I never asked anyone about you. I didn’t even know your name until you told me. I promise you, Karen. Please believe me.”

 

Will Karen give Blaine a second chance? Is he really a creep or just a man who fell in love at first sight? Come back next week to find out!

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