Chapter 4 #2
I’d chosen to move into it after only a couple of years living in the dorm-style rooms at the clubhouse.
I had needed somewhere organized and uncluttered.
Not that my office on the compound was a mess, I’d never get anything done.
But this was a place of calm amid the constant chaos of my work with the Hounds.
I stole a glance at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing quick, but she looked steady. Anticipation coiled tight in my gut as I pulled the SUV into my garage and turned off the ignition, leaving us wrapped in the charged silence for a heartbeat.
Tonight, she’d understand exactly what being mine meant.
My hand rested lightly on the small of her back as I led her up the short flight of steps to the door that opened into a mud room on the side of the house.
I pushed open the front door, stepping aside to let her enter first. It led into the front area of the house, and as we walked into the space, Poppy glanced around, her eyes wide, drinking in every detail.
The open and expansive interior had high ceilings and dark wood floors, creating a sense of luxurious simplicity that somehow matched my personality perfectly.
Warm earth tones accented the neutral walls, adding to the welcoming atmosphere, while subtle pops of color in the decor prevented it from feeling stark or impersonal.
It was home. But to my shock, I suddenly realized the place had been missing something all this time. I hadn’t known it wasn’t complete until now. As Poppy stood beside me, it filled with warmth and beauty.
She followed me into the spacious living room, and her lips parted as her eyes darted appreciatively over the comfortable yet refined furnishings, from the leather couches to the meticulously arranged shelves displaying carefully selected art pieces and photographs.
“Wow.” She turned to face me with a shy smile. “This is beautiful.”
“Thanks. I’m really glad you like it.” I guided her toward the small bar in the corner, reaching for a glass and pouring her some wine.
The crimson liquid swirled gently as I handed it to her, watching as her delicate fingers wrapped around the stem.
She took a small sip, her eyes never leaving mine, anticipation and curiosity mingling in their depths.
“Let me give you a quick tour.”
The air between us grew charged again with something heavy and unspoken.
I walked her through the living area, dining room, and sleek, modern kitchen, then up the stairs to the second floor. All immaculate, and though much of it was expensive, it was subtle.
The hallway was dimly lit, and I kept my hand on her low back as we walked to my bedroom at the end.
Her breathing quickened slightly as we stepped inside, her eyes widening once again at the massive bed that dominated the space.
The dark wooden frame and plush bedding were inviting and distinctly masculine.
Beside the bed, a doorway led into the en suite bathroom. Beyond that was a custom walk-in closet that had been carefully arranged. One side held tailored suits that I only wore when necessary, and the other had casual attire meticulously organized along the wall.
Poppy stepped toward the bathroom, her eyes lighting up as they fell on the enormous bathtub that occupied one corner of the large room.
“Oh my gosh, Colter,” she breathed, stepping closer to admire the deep porcelain basin. Her excitement radiated from her, vibrant and irresistible. “This is amazing! I love baths. If I had something like this, I’d probably use it every single day. Bubble baths, candles, the whole thing.”
She continued to ramble enthusiastically, describing bath bombs and bath salts, seemingly unaware that I had moved closer until my arm slid around her waist from behind, pulling her gently but firmly back against my hard, muscular chest. She froze, a tiny gasp escaping her lips as my mouth lowered to her ear.
“You can use it anytime you want, baby.” My voice was rough with restrained desire.
I tugged her even closer, the heat between us surging as my voice dropped lower, sounding husky and filthy.
“But one of those times, you’re not going to be alone.
You’ll be wet and naked and pressed tight against me.
My hands sliding over every beautiful inch of you, fucking you nice and slow until you’re screaming my name. ”
A soft, breathy moan slipped from her lips, and the last of my restraint snapped.
Without giving her a chance to respond, I gently took the glass from her trembling hand and set it carefully on the marble counter.
Then I turned her around, pulling her close until her small curves pressed perfectly against the hard planes of my body.
One arm tightened possessively around her waist, holding her against me as my other hand found her chin, tipping her face up to mine.
My mouth crashed down onto hers, claiming her lips with hungry dominance. The kiss was raw and possessive, my tongue sliding along the seam of her mouth. She whimpered softly, her lips parting instantly, opening to me without hesitation.
“Good girl,” I praised, sealing my mouth over hers again, savoring the sweet taste of her lips and the gentle slide of her tongue against mine. Her hands moved slowly up my arms, fingers trailing along my biceps, and finally tangled into my hair, pulling me closer.
A deep groan escaped me, my hands moving to her hips and then down to her lush, firm ass, lifting her effortlessly.
Her legs wrapped around me, and the heat between her thighs settled right over my throbbing cock, barely restrained by denim and her flimsy panties.
Every instinct screamed at me to tear away the barriers and bury myself inside her right there, against the cool marble countertop. But I didn’t.
Instead, I carried her swiftly to the bedroom, laying her down carefully on the expansive bed.
She looked up at me, breathing fast, her cheeks flushed and eyes wide, so beautifully disheveled.
I paused, my gaze slowly roaming over her, drinking in every curve, subtle dip, and swell that made my pulse pound and cock ache.
Her gaze locked onto mine, uncertainty mixing with trust and desire. “Are you a virgin?”
My voice was unusually soft, the question hanging heavily in the charged silence between us.
A blush flared brightly across her cheeks, but she didn’t shy away, simply nodding once. Her voice was barely more than a whisper, sweet and breathless.
“Yes.”