Midnight Daffodil (Poisonous Petals #1)

Chapter 12Olivia

twelve

OLIVIA

L ead the way, Sergeant? I can’t believe I actually said that .

He led us inside to what appeared to be a mudroom. Embarrassment still simmered just beneath the surface as Rev ran off into the shadows. The sound of his eating filled the air. Luke guided me through the kitchen, and the aroma of spices lingered. A formal dining room and cozy seating area with plush armchairs was next. I admired the elegant decor as we hurried toward the grand staircase to the upper floor. The carpet was like a cloud under my feet, and the entire house was like being enveloped in a steaming mug of hot chocolate.

Safe.

We passed three bedrooms, the hallway stretching before us until we reached the primary suite. As we walked in, he flicked on a small bedside lamp, casting a warm glow. My eyes adjusted, revealing two expansive walk-in closets and an enormous ensuite stretching endlessly. The room was vast, dominated by a California king sized bed adorned with luxurious pillows. Two nightstands flanked the bed, each with lamps and chargers, facing a television perched on a chest of drawers. I glanced at the closets, noting one was empty while the other he'd meticulously organized his police uniforms and muted casual clothing.

“You can shower in here.” He gently took my wrist in his hand and led me to the ensuite.

His fingers flicked on the light to the huge bathroom. The cool tile soothed my feet as my eyes acclimated to the brightness. The soaker tub caught my attention immediately. My eyes widened at the sight of the jets and fancy tile that surrounded it, making it fit for a queen. The sight was so beautiful I could practically feel the water’s heat and the jet’s pressure just by looking at it. Luke’s voice pulled me back to the moment.

“…So yeah, you can help yourself to anything,” he said, laying out towels, washcloths, wet poufs, and soaps. It was like he was ready to host a spa day.

I whirled around to look at him. “Could I take a bath?”

“Of course you can,” he said. His gorgeous smile made my heart stutter. I felt an overwhelming attraction to him, consumed by a longing I tried and failed to resist.

I stripped the moment Luke left me alone, eager to sink into that tub.

I turned the knobs to a comfortable temperature and poured in salts and bubble bath. The bubbles rose as I slipped into the warm water, stifling a moan as the heat enveloped me, dissolving the stress of the evening.

It’s almost like this is where you’ve always belonged.

As I cleansed with soap, massaging shampoo and conditioner into my hair, I let my eyes fall shut. The soothing sounds of the effervescing bubbles created a tranquil escape.

My mind wandered to the older man who was right outside the door. His room had only one bed, and we hadn’t discussed sleeping arrangements. I squeezed my thighs together as my core thumped. The jets hit my body just right, sending arousal ravaging through me.

Luke had strong and capable hands. One’s that would send me to heaven once placed on my delicate flesh. My hand wandered down my belly, stroking the smooth skin until it landed on my drenched pussy. The thump turned into a steady throb as my clit screamed for attention. Sliding my finger down further, I nearly jumped out of the water as I placed the tiniest amount of pressure on the swollen bundle of nerves. I clenched, desperate to feel the fullness of a cock, to feel the fullness of Luke. My breath hitched, and I urged myself to stay silent as I stroked my hardened clit, envisioning the hottest cop I’d ever laid eyes on.

I imagined the warm water was Luke’s mouth closing around me. I slipped another finger inside, feeling the stretch, but it only intensified the need for something bigger. My middle finger curled inside of me, sending a rush of liquid as my hand violently stroked my wet core. In a fit of desperation, I angled my body towards the bubbling jets, craving more friction and pressure.

My hips bucked forward, savoring the caress of the water as it cascaded over my swollen clit. My thighs clenched while I stroked the sweetest spot faster. My other hand traced over my breasts and pinched the hardened peaks just as my release took me. I let out a breathy moan as I rode the waves of pleasure that rippled through me. My pussy protested at the loss of my fingers as I slid them out of me.

Oh God. You’re insatiable, and he hasn’t even touched you.

The creamy fluid slicked my fingers. I turned off the jets, which only made me needy for more—a hollow ache gnawed at my core, a restless longing that refused to be satisfied. My body howled for his touch, a deep ache pulsating through my being. Only Luke could satisfy this hunger.

I pulled the drain, watching the water swirl away, taking the remnants of my shame with it. My legs were Jell-O as the towel swiped over my aching clit that quivered with desire. Renewed wetness coated my inner thighs.

Fuck, I don’t have any clothes .

I profusely leaked down my thighs, and I had nothing to wear. Shit . The excruciating need to impale myself on Luke was taking over my good sense, leaving my mind deep in the gutter.

He’s only a few feet outside this door. I swore I heard my pussy whisper the words.

Maybe this wasn’t my brightest idea after all .

Wiping my inner thighs one last time, I wrapped the plush towel around myself. I opened the door to find Luke casually lying on the bed in a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants, leaving little to the imagination.

My body wept for him.

Yep, bad idea.