Page 37 of Devil in the Details
My need for her was too strong, too unwavering and desperate.
I was hungry for Olive, so fucking hungry I couldn’t think straight.
“Kiss me, Pope. I need you.”
I groaned as her words speared me like a hot poker.
There was no fucking way I’d deny her anything. I kissed her again, cupped her face with my hands, keeping her steady for me, making her take it all.
My entire body was tight at the sound of her little moans, at the fact that I was the reason she made them tighten in response.
She was so small compared to me, and the feel of her clenching at me, pulling me closer like she was afraid I’d leave,like she thought for one second I’d stop this, made me want her even more.
“I’m desperate for you, for this, Olive.”
She hummed against my mouth. “Me too, Pope.” She rose up and wound her arms around my neck, kissing me back with the same intensity as I’d kissed her. I fucking loved it.
I groaned and opened my mouth wider, making her take my tongue, making her suck it into her mouth like she was starved for it. And when she did just that, I felt my cock jerk behind my zipper, the fucker wanting out. I needed to feel her naked beneath me. I needed to feel how hot and tight she was, how soaked she’d make my cock.
I pulled back and looked down at her, seeing the drugged expression on her face, the clear fact she was aroused as she stared up at me with her eyes wide, her pupils dilated.
And when I lifted my hand and ran my thumb over her bottom lip, I knew she was mine. I wasn’t letting her go.
I cupped her cheek. I wanted to touch her any way I could.
“Do you want to stop?” she asked, and maybe she did that because I’d been silent, because I just stared at her.
I closed my eyes and wrestled for control.
My emotions over having Olive here with me now was my undoing. There was no going back. There was no way I’d walk away or let her. I’d finally claim her and that was it. That was my future. With Olive by my side.
Hell, I’d already made her mine before this moment.
I think I’d made her mine at that first date. I sure as hell had been thinking about it, thinking about her.
I lifted my hand and smoothed my fingers down her neck, reveling in the smoothness of her skin, how warm she was. Never in my life had I felt vulnerable, but with Olive I felt like the walls I’d built up around myself were falling away.
“All I want is you, Olive.”
She stared into my eyes and I looked into hers. My heart had never beat this hard, this painfully before.
“Tell me what you want,” I whispered, needing, wanting to hear her say the words.
She lifted her hand and cupped my cheek, and it was so soft, so tentative, that I knew there was no stopping how hard I’d fall for this woman.
“I just want you.”
I closed my eyes and this rough sound left me, one that I couldn’t control. One that was more animal than man. But Olive brought that wildness out in me and I embraced it.
“I don’t want to ruin things, the job, our relationship,” she finally said, and I shook my head.
“The only thing that could ruin anything is you not being mine.” God, I didn’t want to get all sappy and shit with her, but I needed her to know the truth. Those words, that reality, was being pulled from me on its own and there was no stopping it. “I feel like I’ve been waiting for this moment since I stepped into that restaurant and saw you sitting there waiting for me.”
Her breath hitched and she gave me a small smile.
“I think I felt the same thing too.” She leaned in and kissed me and I tried to restrain myself and not let the beast I felt deep inside me break free.
We were just getting started, and I wanted this to last.
