Page 45 of Choosing Stella

They were heavy, fast, and controlled instead of blindly rushed. He was hunting me.

I cut into the service passage and made the turn toward the living area.

He wasn’t behind me anymore.

My grin disappeared.

I slowed for half a second, and Geo stepped through the other end of the passage ahead of me.

He’d circled around.

I skidded, turned, and sprinted back the way I’d come while his low laugh followed me.

“You think that’s funny?” I called.

“I think you gave me a map.”

“That was for safety.”

“It can be two things.”

I hit the loading bay again and cut around the far column. He was closer now, near enough that I could hear his breathing.

My pussy clenched.

I pushed faster.

The living area was ahead. If I made it through, the hallway to my bedroom was only a few yards beyond.

I hit the steel threshold.

Geo cut across the open bay and reached for me at the threshold.

I dropped low, slipped under his arm, and burst into the living room before he could close his hand around me.

“You’re still behind me,” I threw back.

“Keep running.”

The command sent heat straight through me.

I made it into the living room with the hallway in front of me. Three more seconds and I could reach the bedroom.

Geo was on me before I reached the hallway.

I spun and shoved both hands against his chest. He gave half a step, enough to absorb it but not enough to let me past. I ducked toward his left side. He blocked me, and when I tried the other direction, he hooked one arm across my ribs and pulled me back against his chest.

I drove my elbow back, twisted, shoved at his forearm, and tried to break the hold while my pulse raced and heat gathered between my thighs.

Geo drew his arm in just enough to keep me.

“Let me go.”

“I’m not letting you go.”

I kicked backward at his shin without enough force to injure him. He shifted out of the way and closed a hand around my wrist when I tried to wrench free.

My clit pulsed.