Page 23 of Devil in the Details

Pope

S he was delicious and addicting and all mine.

I kissed Olive like stopping would be my death, like I’d lose everything if I didn’t keep her close, didn’t make her mine.

Nothing else mattered but this one moment and letting her know that with me things were perfect, that I’d make sure she was always happy. I couldn’t have walked away if my life depended on it.

I didn’t even want to contemplate that.

She broke the kiss and gasped, but I still clung to her, still kept her close.

“Are we doing this? Are we really going this far?” she whispered, and the sweet-smelling scent of her breath had my cock jerking.

Before I could tell her yes, I was going this far, I wasn’t going to stop this, she had her arms wrapped around my neck, her fingers playing with the short strands of hair at my nape. My heart was racing, and everything in my body was on fire for this woman.

“Yeah, Olive. We sure as hell are doing this.” I kissed her again and she made these small noises in the back of her throat.

I swallowed the sounds, needing more, wanting her to surrender every part of herself to me.

This was what I’d wanted from the moment I saw her sitting at that table for our blind date.

And every day it had grown. I realized I couldn’t let her be with anyone else. I knew I couldn’t live without her.

It had been so fucking hard staying back, keeping my distance for as long as I did. But no more. Olive was mine.

I couldn’t stop this. I wouldn’t. I forced myself to take a step back but took her hand in mine, keeping her close, afraid she’d run if she really saw my desperation for her.

“You want this?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Good, baby. Because we are finally going to be together. Finally.” I couldn’t help myself as I reached out and moved my thumb along her bottom lip, pulled the soft, pink, and plump flesh down, and watched it move back into place when I let go.

She was so fucking beautiful. I’d show her how much she meant to me.

Her breath hitched a bit, and I leaned down and took her mouth in a kiss again, pulling her close, because I was addicted to her. She felt good in my arms, like she was always meant to be here. Like this was fate.

I pulled back, looking down at her swollen, red lips, ones that were like that because I’d kissed them.

I slipped my hand behind her head and gripped the base of her skull.

“I’ve fantasized about this for so fucking long.

” My mouth was so close to hers that if I leaned in an inch, we’d be kissing again.

“Come with me.” She looked up at me with wide, dilated eyes. “Come with me to my room.”

A harsh groan was ripped from me because of her words. I felt this carnal need for her, one that wasn’t just about wanting to feel myself buried deep inside her, but one that told me she was mine irrevocably.

Before I lost control and took her right up against the fucking wall, I had her in my arms, lifting her off the ground, letting her feel how hard I was for her.

A small sound of surprise left her, and she held on to me, her hands grasping me like a lifeline.

Her legs were wrapped around my waist now, her pussy right over my cock.

I strode down the hall and to her bedroom.

I went into the bathroom by mistake, my mouth on hers, both of us chuckling when we realized where I’d gone.

I stumbled back with her in my arms, our mouths on one another again, and finally made it into her bedroom. A groan left me when I spotted her bed.

I set her down reluctantly, letting her body slide down mine, letting her feel me like I was feeling her. I kept her close, my hands always on her. “Are you nervous, baby?” I whispered. The lights were off, and the glow from the city came through the bedroom window.

“A little,” she whispered back.

I cupped her chin, tilting her head back slightly, loving that she parted her mouth for me, that even my touch made her react like this.

“I’ve never been this bold before, Pope.”

“Kiss me.”

I closed my eyes and tried to control myself. When I opened them, I leaned in and kissed her lips sweetly, softly, trying to go slow. “I’ll make this good for you, Olive baby.” I moved my hand lower until I got to the hem of her shirt.

She placed her hand over mine and slowly moved it up, taking the material up so her belly was now exposed. She arched her back against me, pressing her breasts to my chest, letting me feel how hard her nipples were.

Olive gasped when my fingers touched her bare skin.

“That’s it,” I said against her mouth. “Give me those sounds.” I curled my fingers against her side, wanting to leave little marks on her body, a sign of ownership, that she was mine.

Moving my hand up higher, I felt the edge of her bra. I wanted that fucking thing off, wanted to feel the mounds of her chest in my palms.

Touch her.

My mouth was dry as I reached out and took one of her lacy mounds in my hands.

I leaned forward enough that I could run my tongue along her bottom lip at the same time.

I slipped my hand beneath the material of her bra, pulling it down and over the peak, and then ran the tip of my finger over her nipple.

Shocks of electricity moved through me from the contact, and she arched against my touch for more.

Over and over, I pulled at her nipple, kissing her like I was drowning and she was my life preserver. But even if this was perfection, I needed us both naked, needed her in bed, and desperately wanted to be buried between her thighs.

I moved my mouth down to the base of her neck and felt her pulse beating rapidly. I licked and sucked at the spot, drawing the blood up to the surface and marking her.

Fuck, I felt primitive, feral.

“Pope.” She whispered my name, and it was so fucking incredible as it fell from her lips.

“Don’t stop.”

“Never, baby,” I murmured against her skin.

I reached behind, unclasped her bra, and pulled the offending material away, letting it fall from my fingers and drop to the floor.

I took a step back and looked my fill, loving that she only wore her panties now.

Perfection.

She was petite, thin, but fuck was she curvy.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” I’d meant to say that to myself, but the words spilled out before I could stop them.

I didn’t stop myself from reaching down and palming my cock through my slacks like a horny teenager unable to control himself. But then again, around Olive, I couldn’t.

“I need you,” she moaned, and I all but lost it then.

I reached out and cupped her breasts, gently curling my fingers around the mounds until she closed her eyes and parted her lips. I leaned in and kissed her, unable to stop myself. And with my lips on hers, I knew I was at my breaking point.

And so I moved my hands lower, curled them around her hips, staying there for a moment before I let them slide to her ass. The mounds were perfect as I cupped them through her panties.

My dick was throbbing, and my balls were drawn up tight.

“Take them off,” she all but begged me, and I gave her exactly what we both wanted.

I looped my fingers under the band of her underwear and slid them down and off her legs.

And then for a suspended moment, all I did was hold the globes while I kissed her, fucked her mouth with mine.

“ Christ ,” I panted. I was so damn hard, harder than I’d ever been in my life. My fucking cock felt like it was made out of steel. I moved my mouth to her ear, trailing the shell with my tongue, feeling like I’d come just from this act alone. “I need you now, Olive.”

“Me too,” she said breathlessly.

I wanted inside her so fucking badly.

“I’m ready, Pope. Take me.”

Yeah, there was no going back now. No fucking way.