Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
“Do you really not understand what I mean? Surely this isn’t one-sided? Surely the way you’ve looked at me, the way I feel that you… feel toward me, it’s not all in my head?” There was this pitch of uneasiness in his voice, this worry.
My heart started racing double-time, the tenseness coming back. Was he actually saying what I thought he was saying?
He took another step toward me and I felt his body heat slam into me, smelled his cologne, felt myself getting drunk off of it. “Say it,” he whispered. “Tell me so I know I’m not losing my mind.”
This was insane. I was crazy for thinking this, allowing it to continue. I was fucking crossing the line for the words that were about to spill from me. I opened my mouth, unsure how to actually say the words but knowing they’d been on my mind for so long. They’d been tormenting me, because I wanted to tell him, to come clean.
Then do it. Say it. Tell him.
“Pope.” I said his name softly, maybe too low for him to hear me. But when he made a deep sound in the back of his throat, I knew he’d heard me.
“Yeah, you want this, don’t you? This isn’t just me, Olive, is it?”
I licked my lips and shook my head.
He made another gruff sound.
“I want you, Olive. I want you so much it’s physically uncomfortable being around you, because I know I shouldn’t desire you the way I do, that because we work together, it’s wrong.” He exhaled loudly. “But, shit, it doesn’t feel wrong.” He ran a hand over his head.
I couldn’t move, didn’t even know what to say. What could I say? Hearing Pope say all this stuff was exactly what I’d wanted, thought about... fantasized about.
He took another step closer. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think clearly.
This was happening.
And I had no intention of stopping it.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Pope
Ididn’t stop myself from crowding her, invading her personal space.
I was hard and saw the way she glanced at the way I tented my pants. My cock was bulging, maybe embarrassingly so.
When I was a foot from her, I looked at her face, saw the emotions playing across it. Without thinking and just acting on instinct, I lifted my hand and cupped her cheek. God, she felt so fucking good. Her breath caught, and I stared at her lips. I’d never been a man who wanted to do the love thing, never wanted the whole “forever” aspect of love.
But with Olive… yeah, I wanted all that.
“What are you doing?” She tried to sound surprised, maybe because I was touching her, but despite that shocked sound, I could hear the pitch of her voice.
She was turned on.
Olive brought her tongue out, ran it along the swell of her bottom lip, and that was when I lost it. I wanted Olive like I wanted to breathe. I leaned in close, stopped so our mouths were just a centimeter apart, and stared into her eyes. She didn’t stop me, didn’t stop this.
I kissed her softly at first, letting her get used to the pressure of my lips on hers, of my hand tightening now on her cheek. I pulled her closer, and when she didn’t immediately push me away, I tilted my head to deepen the kiss. God, she tasted incredible. She panted against my mouth, but that didn’t stop me from running my tongue along her lips, coaxing her mouth open so I could delve inside. I moved my hand behind her head, gripped the loose strands of her hair, and loved when she finally opened her mouth as she gasped.
I seized the moment and pushed my tongue inside, a groan leaving me on its own, as if I had no control over myself or how I felt for her. No. I have no damn control when it comes to her.
Taking her mouth harder, more fiercely, I felt this dam open up inside me, controlling my actions. She now had her hands on my arms, the feel of her nails pricking my flesh making me grunt in pleasure.
“God, you feel fucking good, baby.” I used my hand in her hair to tilt her head farther to the side, delved my tongue deeper into her mouth, and took her like a man possessed.
I am possessed. By her.
“Pope,” she panted against my mouth. “We should stop.”
I groaned. “I don’t want to stop. Do you, Olive?”
She shook her head, and I felt my cock jerk in response.
I curled my fingers into her scalp, loved the little sound that came from her, and moved us so she was pressed against the wall. Then I pressed my dick against her belly, loving the softness I was greeted with. I ground myself against her obscenely, like some kind of damn teenager unable to control himself.