Chapter 15 Poe
FIFTEEN
POE
The entire drive home from the restaurant drags on like the longest twenty minutes I’ve ever endured. Fuck, the tension pouring off my shoulders is killing me.
Every streetlight that slides across Orchid’s face makes my chest tighter.
That black cocktail dress has been torturing me all night, riding up just enough on her thighs when she sat down, clinging to every curve when she moved.
I kept my hand on her knee under the table for most of the meal, thumb tracing slow circles against her skin, feeling the way she tried not to shiver.
I wanted to slide that hand higher. I wanted to push the hem up right there in the booth and find out exactly how wet she was for me while Tammy and Mark talked about tiramisu.
Now the car is quiet except for the low hum of the engine and the sound of her breathing. She’s staring out the window like the passing trees are the most interesting thing in the world, but I can see the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She’s just as worked up as I am.
I want her. Bad.
The second we pull into the driveway and kill the engine, the tension snaps. I don’t give either of us time to think.
I reach over, cup the back of her neck, and pull her into a kiss.
Her mouth is soft and surprised for half a second, then she makes this little sound in the back of her throat and kisses me back like she’s been starving for it too.
Her lips part, tongue sliding against mine, and the taste of red wine and her is enough to make me groan.
I kiss her deeper, harder, pouring every filthy thought I’ve had all night into it.
My free hand slides up her thigh, pushing that dress higher until my fingers brush the edge of her panties. She’s already damp. Fuck.
When we finally break apart she’s breathless, lips swollen, eyes dark and glassy.
“I want you,” I tell her, voice rough. “Been wanting you since the first night you walked into that warehouse looking like you could kill me and fuck me at the same time. I know this is crazy. You’re the bad guy.
You’re the one holding the leash. But right now I don’t give a shit. I need to taste you. Let me.”
Her breath hitches. She doesn’t say yes, but she doesn’t say no either. That’s all the permission I need.
I get out, circle the car, and open her door.
The second she steps out I back her against the side of the car, kissing her again, deep and dirty.
My hands slide down her body, gripping her ass, pulling her against the hard line of my cock so she can feel exactly what she does to me.
She moans into my mouth, hips rolling once against me like she can’t help it.
We barely make it inside. I kick the door shut behind us and drop to my knees right there in the entryway.
“Poe—”
“Shh. Let me.” I push the dress up to her hips, hook my fingers in her black lace panties, and drag them down her legs. She steps out of them on shaky heels. I look up at her, eyes locked on hers as I spread her thighs. “You’re soaked, baby. Been wet for me all night, haven’t you?”
She bites her lip, cheeks flushed, but she does not deny it.
I lean in and drag my tongue slowly up her slit, groaning at the taste of her. Sweet and slick and perfect. “Fuck, you taste good. So fucking wet for me.”
Her hands fly to my hair, gripping tight as I lick into her again, slower this time, circling her clit with the flat of my tongue before sucking it gently between my lips. She gasps, hips jerking. I slide one hand up the back of her thigh, holding her open while I work her with my mouth.
“Look at you,” I murmur against her, voice low and filthy. “All dressed up like a good little wife tonight, but the second we get home you spread your legs for me like a dirty girl. You want my tongue, don’t you? Want me to eat this pretty pussy until you come all over my face.”
“Poe…” Her voice breaks on my name, half warning, half plea.
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right while my tongue keeps working her clit. She’s tight and dripping, clenching around my fingers every time I suck harder. “That’s it. Ride my face, baby. Let me feel how bad you need it.”
Her thighs start to tremble. I can feel her getting close, her breathing turning ragged, little moans slipping out that make my cock throb painfully against my slacks. I want to stand up, bend her over the nearest surface, and fuck her deep until she screams my name.
I keep going, licking and sucking and fucking her with my fingers until her hips start grinding against my mouth.
“Poe, wait—”
She tugs at my hair, pulling me back just as she’s right on the edge. Her eyes are wild, lips parted, chest heaving. “We can’t do this. We can’t.”
I stay on my knees, looking up at her, my fingers still buried inside her, feeling her pulse around them. “I know it’s crazy. You’re the enemy. You’re the reason my sister is still locked up. But I can’t stop wanting you. I’ve been hard for you since that first night.”
She’s breathing hard, wet and open and so close. I can see the war in her eyes.
I lean in and press one soft kiss to her clit, then another. “Let me finish you. Let me make you come. You don’t have to give me anything else. Just let me taste you when you fall apart.”
She hesitates for one long second, then her grip in my hair tightens and she nods, just barely.
I don’t waste time. I dive back in, sucking her clit hard while my fingers curl deep inside her, stroking that spot that makes her thighs shake. “Come for me, baby. Let me hear how good it feels. Let me feel this tight little pussy come all over my tongue.”
She breaks with a choked cry, hips bucking against my mouth as she comes hard. I keep licking her through it, gentling my touch as she trembles and gasps, drawing every last pulse out of her until she’s boneless against the wall.
When I finally pull back, lips slick with her, I look up at her flushed face and swollen mouth and feel something dangerous settle in my chest.
I want more.
I want all of her.
Even though she’s the bad guy.
I still want her. And from the way she’s looking down at me, lips parted and eyes dark, I’m pretty sure she wants me too.
I rise slowly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and press one soft kiss to her lips so she can taste herself on me.
“Tell me to stop,” I whisper against her mouth. “Tell me we can’t do this and I’ll walk away right now.”
She doesn’t say a word.
She just pulls me back in for another kiss.
And for the first time since this nightmare started, I let myself believe that maybe we’re both too far gone to care about how dangerous this is.