Page 23 of Drive Me Wild (Owl Creek #2)

I pull into my driveway while Zoe parks around the back. The whole way home, all I could think about was how ridiculous it was that we had to hide. I don’t want to push her, but I’m done with people acting like I’m bad news.

Because the thing is, I want to make it work with Zoe. I want to try in a way I’ve never cared to in the past.

I’m going to have a word with Cole in the morning and set things straight.

If she’s on board, we can talk to Renée at the same time.

Help them see we aren’t two stupid kids they need to be concerned about.

It feels a little patronizing at this point, and maybe it’s just because I want to wrap myself around her no matter where we are.

My teeth are grinding just thinking about it.

When she walks around the corner, and the light in the alley shines down on her, I feel like I’m going to lose all the self-control I exhibited at the restaurant. She’s what I want, and I’m going to show her that I’m serious.

When she reaches me, our fingers entwine, and my heart rate speeds up. It’s as if we’re about to cross a forbidden line, and the thrill is driving me crazy.

I unlock the door to the building and step aside for her to walk in, silently drinking in the sight of her.

She’s become more bold, and it’s appealing.

But it’s not just how she’s opened up to me.

It’s how she walks and holds herself. She’s becoming even more sure than the night she changed everything.

The night she told me she wanted more for herself.

And I want to give it to her.

I swallow the lump in my throat. Being what she needs is going to be the greatest challenge but also the greatest gift. The more I think about it, the more I never want to go back to the way things were.

I follow her upstairs as she lets herself into the apartment.

“You never lock this door.”

“I’m either here or the garage is locked, so there’s never a need.”

She’s walking down the hall, kicking off her shoes, and I reach around her and pull her to me. Her back is to my front, and the heat between us is enough to burn the place down.

Even though my whole being craves her, I need to make sure she is ready to cross that forbidden line. She’s only been with one other person, and the way I want her, I’m going to ruin her for any other man. But I no longer care because I don’t want her to be with another man.

The thought sends a thrill through me.

“Zoe, are you sure you want this?”

“Mhm.” She nods.

The top of her head reaches my chin, and I lean down and breathe her in as I bury my face in her silky hair. Her vanilla scent is intoxicating. I hear her moan as I run a finger along the hemline of her sweater, grazing the skin of her belly.

“I can’t wait to taste you again.”

I nibble her ear lobe before running my tongue down to the nape of her neck and watch as the gooseflesh forms. My hand is still holding her in place, and I notice that she’s pressing against me as if I’m holding her up with my hand and my dick.

I pull off her sweater and turn her toward the wall in the hallway.

“Hands on the wall above your head.”

“Citizen’s arrest?”

“Yes. Your punishment is having an orgasm before I fuck you blind.”

A muffled moan escapes her as she places her hands on the wall. I tap her feet apart and then reach around her again to gently squeeze her nipple through her flimsy bra. She leans into my hand and I run a finger under the fabric to find her pebbled.

“Do you like it when I do this, Zoe?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Does it make you wet?”

“Yes,” she whispers again, her voice taking on a thick sound. “Please, Caleb.”

I reach my other hand around and undo the button and zipper on her skirt, then pull it down her legs. She lifts each foot to kick it off, and now she is standing in her matching light pink bra and panties, and I think I’m going to cum in my pants.

I squeeze her ass lightly before kneeling down and running my tongue along the top edge of the fabric, and then I graze the back of her knees with my fingers. She nearly drops down to the floor.

“You have to stay standing or else.”

“Why do I have a feeling I would enjoy the punishment?”

“You’ll like the reward of obeying even more.”

A strangled chuckle erupts out of her, and I can’t help but think that every woman I’ve ever been with was just practicing so I could be perfect for her. For my Zoe.

My hands are tickling the backs of her knees and the insides of her thighs.

With each feathery touch, she whimpers. I’ve always enjoyed pulling the most pleasure out of a woman, but with her, it’s different.

Each time she feels something, I know her mind is cataloging it for later, remembering what she likes and how it edges her closer to climax.

Everything she experiences gives her the confidence to be the woman she wants to be as a lover.

I hope I’m the only one who ever gets to enjoy that confidence.

I hook my fingers around the sides of her panties and pull them to her knees, coaxing her to bend forward a little bit. My face is so close to her center, and I want to bury my face in her folds, but I also want her to feel the want. Feel the need. Remember this moment.

I run my tongue down the center of her ass, eliciting a gasp and— a growl? Whatever sound she made, made my cock quiver in excitement. She’s slippery and swollen, and I want to take her now, but still, I wait.

“Caleb, please.”

With one hand gripping her hip and teasing that sensitive spot in the crease of her thigh, I use the other to swipe a finger down her center and watch as her knees buckle again.

My finger is wet from her juice, and I use it to massage that little spot behind her opening.

She groans my name loudly now, and I know it’s only moments before I can bring her to her first orgasm.

The first of many tonight.