Page 22 of Devil in the Details

Pope

I could feel her hands curling against me, as if she were trying to pull me in closer, grasp for something solid to hold on to, use me for strength.

Control. Find it.

“I feel like I’m losing control,” she whispered, her little nails digging into my skin, causing a flash of pain to mix with my pleasure.

I cupped one side of her face as I tipped her head to the side, making her take my kiss, forcing her to suck on my tongue.

She was soft... all the things I envisioned innocence would taste like, all the things I’d imagined she’d be like when I first saw her.

I tried to be collected, calm on the outside. But on the inside… on the inside I was a raging storm, like the waves crashing against the rocky shore at the beach. Violent. Destructive. Consuming.

“Me too, baby,” I finally said against her mouth, not wanting to stop kissing her, but knowing if I didn’t grapple with my control, I’d really fucking lose it.

And I wasn’t the type of man who did that. I wasn’t the kind of person who let himself go.

But with Olive, I wanted to. With her, I wanted to say fuck it all and just give in.

I wanted her desperately, wanted to just take her until she cried out for me as she came, as my cock was deep in her body and I marked her from the inside out.

I broke the kiss to look into her face. Ecstasy covered her expression. She was showing me how she felt on the inside, and I fucking loved that.

“You know how you taste to me?”

She shook her head slowly. Her pupils were dilated, her mouth red and slightly swollen from when mine was on hers.

The air came out of her in little pants, and all I wanted to do was kiss her again and again and again. I wanted to make her drunk off me… addicted to everything I gave her.

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.

She moved closer, pressing her breasts more firmly against my chest, coming impossibly closer, teasing the animal housed inside me.

I stared into her eyes, wanting to kiss her again and again, getting lost in the flavor and feel of her.

And then I leaned in and did just that, kissed her hard and deep, making sure she knew what we were about to do would be set in stone, that she was irrevocably, undeniably mine.

I had no fucking control where she was concerned, and I liked it that way. I liked feeling feral and unhinged.

“I hope you’re ready, Olive, because there’s no going back now.”