Midnight Daffodil (Poisonous Petals #1)

Chapter 13Luke

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LUKE

S team billowed behind her as the bathroom door opened with a soft creak. Olivia radiated beauty, draped in nothing but my oversized towel. My heart fluttered in my chest, and everything but her faded away.

Her curls hung clean and damp in perfect ringlets. Her face was void of makeup, and she smelled like me. A primal urge roared inside of me. The urge to take her pounded within me.

She’s yours .

Make her yours. Carve yourself into her heart and soul, and never let her go.

My mouth hung open, taking her in. With her fists wrapped around the towel, she grasped the only barrier hiding her naked body from my starved gaze.

“I just wanted to show you how the TV works in case, um, you slept with it on.” I gave her a quick run down in a rushed breath.

You’re acting fucking insane get it together, weirdo.

Her cheeks were rosy as she silently listened to me, firing off all the subscriptions I had. Her feminine scent, mixed with mine, stiffened my cock. The sweatpants gave me no coverage.

“So, I’ll be downstairs with Rev if you need anything,” I said, nearing my bedroom door. I was ready to ram my dick into a brick wall.

With my back turned, I was startled when a tiny hand wrapped around my forearm, stopping me just as my fingers were about to grasp the knob. I swiveled my head, looking down at her saucer eyes, brimming with all the innocence the world could offer.

You’re sick that her looking innocent gets your dick hard.

Jesus Christ.

“I don’t have anything to wear,” she whispered softly.

Duh, you perverted freak . “Oh shit, I’m sorry.”

My hands shook as I rummaged through the drawer.

“You can wear this.” I handed her one of my casual tees.

She took it out of my hands and slid it over her head. The towel slipped down her body as she pushed her arms through the sleeves. Once the shirt was in place, it fell away, leaving her ankles surrounded by the discarded fabric and only a thin layer of clothing covering her bare tits and pussy. The image of her writhing under me, clawing my back, engulfed my mind.

I gotta get the fuck out of here .

After all, Olivia’s been through, she didn't need me pawing at her pussy like a dog.

Her eyes studied me with blooming curiosity.

“Will you”—redness bathed her features—“stay with me? I don’t wanna be alone.”

I fixated on her delicate voice. The dim light from the lamp danced across her sweet features.

How can I stay here without my dick accidentally slipping in her? I had self control, but my cock was reaching new heights. Literally.

But on the other hand, how could I say no to the woman who’d skated through my dreams every night for over a year? Everything inside me screamed for me to give her anything she ever wanted in this life and the next.

“I can stay here with you,” I said, my throat raw, filled with gravel.

A smile spread across her face.

I fucking melted.

She slipped into the inviting space between my sheets as she nestled into the bed; the muted laughter and dialogue from the TV show enveloped us in a warm ambiance. I positioned myself at the foot of the bed, my back supported by the solid wood. I was solid wood , observing her serene presence in the gentle glow of the screen. My skin and balls tightened with need.

“What’re you doing?” Her voice was playful.

What the hell was I doing?

I took a breath, so I didn’t sound as stupid as I felt. “I’m staying here with you.”

“On the floor?”

“On the floor.” The confirmation slid from my lips, heavy with desire. She shifted to the bottom of the bed. Her warm breath pranced across the nape of my neck. Every ounce of blood I had left headed south of the border.

So much for my dick going down.

“There’s plenty of room in the bed.”

My mouth was bone dry at her words. I needed nothing more in this world than to be in that fucking bed with her. Stiffly, in several ways, I went to the opposite side and laid on top of the covers.

“Won’t you be chilly?” she asked me.

Not if I was on top of you.

Words lodged like a train wreck in my throat as I settled myself under the sheets with one ass cheek hanging off the bed as far away from her as possible. I felt her eyes wander over my body as she laid back at the top of the bed with me. The comforter fought to hide my hard cock.

“Thank you.” Her hand closed the distance between us, barely touching my skin.

“Of course.”

Only the soft murmurs of the show lingered in the air. The room was abruptly swallowed by darkness as Olivia turned off the lamp.

My mind was on the woman in bed with me, marveling with relief, knowing she wouldn’t be hurt anymore. She’d always be safe with me.

Once she falls asleep, I’ll go downstairs.

That was the plan.

“Tell me something about you,” she said, breaking the silence.

She wanted to get to know me?

“What do you want to know?”

“Anything. Everything.”

Everything I ever knew about myself disappeared.

“Uh, I’m thirty-five. I have a dog. I work in Seattle. I spent the first ten years of my adult life in the Marine Corps. Infantry.” The ugly nights from my enlistment were now faded patches in my memories. “I’m from South Carolina. Grew up in a rough area. Just your regular trailer trash gone military with a mother struggling with instability, her life a constant whirlwind of failed jobs and relationships, with her child helplessly swept up in the chaos.”

“I don’t think you’re trailer trash.”

“What else do you want to know?”

“Do you have a wife?”

I propped up on my elbows then. “What? No. I don’t have a wife.”

She grinned at me through the dark. “So it’s just me who’s in a relationship then.”

I laid back and turned to face her. The only thing that would’ve made her look better was if she pressed that sweet body onto mine. “Darlin’, I don’t know if I would call that a relationship. But I do know you deserve the world.”

Without a second thought, I cradled her face in my hands, my thumb gently gliding over her cheek. She smiled, leaning into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed in bliss.

“I’m twenty-seven. Went to college. Settled for the first boy who gave me attention. Then put my life on hold to support his goals. Watering myself down to nothing but a rich man’s arm candy.” Her eyes opened, meeting mine as she spoke the last words.

“You’re so much more than that.”

“Sometimes it doesn’t feel like it.” She scooted her body closer to me. “I haven’t done anything for myself in years. Maybe never.”

“Start to. Start right now. You can do whatever makes you happy.” My thumb continued to explore her cheeks. Every fiber of my being vibrated with anxiety.

“I don’t know what would make me happy.”

“You have time to figure that out, angel.” The pet name slipped out before I could stop it. Olivia was truly something special to me.

Her eyes widened at the sentiment.

“I think,” her eyes flicked to the valley between us, “I know something that might make me happy.”

My fingers wandered down the shape of her body, leaving invisible trails along her arm as she cuddled closer to me. Her head reached my pillow, our noses nearly touched. Her breath hitched.

“What would that be?”

“If you’d kiss me.”

The pounding of my heart took precedence over everything.

“You should know,” I said, turning serious. “Once I start, I don’t think I can stop.”

“So don’t.”

You’re smarter than this, Luke.

Smarter, but not strong enough to resist her pull.

My lips came down on hers. Softly at first, marveling at the taste as I adhered mine to hers. Electrifying sensations set my blood ablaze like sparklers on the Fourth of July.

And then I was on top of her, forearms supporting my weight as I cupped her face. I angled her to mold myself to her. I wanted more.

I needed her like the stars needed the moon.

Eagerly, she kissed me back. Her tongue slid across the seam of my lips, begging for the permission I was too afraid to ask myself. My tongue found hers furiously, making its way into her hot mouth. Drinking her into me, I ravaged her with everything I had. My cock was steel against her belly.

She pulled away briefly, her lips glistening. She trailed kisses down my neck until she reached the center, sucking gently before making her way back up. Her tongue returned home as she slid it into my mouth. My muscles were quivering, a yearning to crush her body to mine surged through me, my heart raced with anticipation. Olivia ground her pussy against my stiff cock; I gave her the friction she needed as her heat flayed me.

I wanted to bury myself in her.

Our tongues danced wildly, the rhythm growing more frantic as our bodies writhed against each other, every movement charged with an intense need for release.

I broke the kiss. Her arms were around my neck, trying to pull me back down to her for another mouth fuck session.

“Olivia,” I said.

Her face fell.

“You don’t want this?”

“I really fucking do,” I said, my dick painfully hard. “It’s just, I wasn’t expecting this, and I don’t have any protection. I don’t know if I can start something I can’t finish. I want to be good to you.”

The disappointed expression faded away, replaced by steely determination.

“I’m clean,” she said, rubbing her hips up against me. “Please?”

Am I dreaming? Is she really begging me to fuck her?

I wanted to respect her, but my dick wanted to be balls deep in her. Disrespectfully . Raw. Nothing but the feel of her cunt suffocating my cock as she came . Lost in a thick fog of desire, her tight body melted into mine, blurring my better judgment.

“Luke,” she whispered, shuddering beneath me. Hearing my name on her lips ignited an overwhelming sensation within me—a thirst only she could quench.

I’d never be able to let her go after this.

“Please,” she said again, her voice pleading, like the answer to all my prayers.

“I don’t know if I can go back to being just a cop to you after this,” I told her. My lips roamed fervently, pressing kisses to her forehead, temples, cheeks—everywhere they could reach.

“Then don’t.”

“Tell me what you need, angel.” I kissed her lips tenderly.

“I need you to show me what love’s supposed to feel like.”

I slid my hand under the t-shirt, feeling the delicate flesh of her thighs. They were parted around me and bent at the knee, leaving her naked skin just heartbeats away. My hand continued its quest up her body, grazing past her hip bone and over the flat of her stomach. With a delicate touch, my fingertips brushed the sides of her full, inviting breasts.

I shoved the shirt over her head and nuzzled my face between the valley of her breasts. She was too perfect for someone like me to lay eyes upon, let alone touch her like this.

The hands that beat her ex’s face in were going to be the same ones to pleasure her endlessly. I needed to be good enough for her the way a flower needed sunlight to bloom.

“It’s okay, I want this. I want you.” She didn’t need to convince me; she was already the air in my lungs.

I dipped my head down, kissing her softly again. “I’m gonna make love to you.” I flicked my tongue across her hardened nipple. “Then I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll remember nothing but my dick pulsing inside of you. Your pussy will never forget the feeling of my cum running out of it.”

Her pulse point raced, her pupils dilated, becoming nothing but dark pools of desire.

And I meant every word.

I sucked her tit into my mouth; her throat tightened in a heady moan as I lightly licked. My tongue rolled over the hard nub.

My. Dick. Was. So. Fucking. Hard.

I continued my wet assault on her nipple before teasing the other with a new sensation. My teeth nipped at the flesh. Using the flat of my tongue, I applied pressure as I flicked and bit interchangeably.

Her moan was like a drug to me. Her fingers raked through my hair, grinding her hips against me. I tugged on her nipple with my teeth. Her body convulsed under mine.

“Oh God, Luke, please don’t stop,” she cried.

Her chest gleamed with my saliva. Bite marks marred her body in a patternless trail that swept across her breast. I moved down her stomach, pressing tender kisses to every inch, savoring her taste. I reached her mound, flicking my tongue out as I kissed her, inhaling her scent. Her hips bucked as my lips just barely traced her inner thighs.

My hands came down on her pelvis, restricting her motion. Her pussy clenched, desperate to be filled. The slick rhythmic sounds it made with each throb were driving me fucking crazy.

“Let me make you come, angel.” I scraped my teeth across her clit. She wanted me. And I couldn’t wait to show her how badly I’d been craving her.

Her whimpers echoed off the walls as her hips thrust against my grip. I planned to savor every fucking drop of her. I trailed my fingers along the seam of her cunt, throwing the covers off and positioning my face at her entrance. Her wetness seeped out, leaving her pussy drenched and soaking the sheets. I dipped under the bend of her knees so her legs were locked around my head, readying us for what was next. She was fucking perfect. Molded to perfection.

Molded for me.

With two fingers, I spread her. My nostrils flared at the sight of arousal dripping from her. It coated her swollen clit and the bud of her ass. She was a delicacy I could wait no longer for. The tight, clenching muscles were begging for my tongue.

So I gave it to her.

Licking from her tight little ass hole to her pulsing clit.

She melted like honey.

I spread her with my tongue, landing on the swollen nerves. She levitated off the bed, screaming while her thighs closed around my ears, muffling the sound. I continued the motion, memorizing every sweep that drove her wild.

Her juices dripped down my chin as I ate her like I was emaciated. She tasted so good I couldn't stop even as her muscles furiously throbbed around my tongue. I’d drown in her pussy and die with a smile on my face.

I pulsed inside of her, kissing her pussy the way I kissed her mouth. She screamed my name, and hot bursts of moisture hit my face. Angling myself so I caught every drop, I shoved two fingers in her, curling them to hit it just right.

The smoothness of her channel set me on a high I never wanted to come down off. I finger fucked her, nipping at her clit, and her body fucking vibrated under me.

Rubbing her sensitive cunt on my five o’clock shadow, I wrung pleasure from her as she screamed hoarsely, coming again. Her pussy quivered and fluttered around me.

Olivia twitched as I pressed gentle kisses to her gorgeous cunt and removed my fingers. Sweeping the flat part of my tongue across those delectable lips, I marveled at her perfection. I was eager to pound into the tight hole but couldn’t resist the taste of her.

I licked her wet heat again, urging more hot cream to trickle out. She was boneless in my hands. I saw her pussy pulse, and fuck, if it didn’t make me want to shove my cock into concrete. “God, Luke, I can’t take another.”

“Baby girl, you are so fucking wet,” I mumbled against her.

My hands found her breasts as I buried my face in her core, unable to tear myself away from her. Kneading and playing with her nipples, I licked her just in time for a third orgasm to squirt out of her.

Fuck, she was made for me. Time to take what should’ve always been yours.

I sat up, wiping her arousal from my face, and admired her spread before me. Swollen and soaking for my tongue—for my cock.

Hot fluid still trickled out of her. Her cunt swelled, her clit engorged with need, ready for me to slide home.

“I haven’t even taken you yet.” I looked down at her gorgeous face.

A sheen of sweat rippled across her smaller frame. Looking at her body compared to mine made me feel masculine. Feral for her. Her nipples hardened into peaks and shook with every breath she took. A stunning mess of curls spread across my pillowcase, and I couldn’t wait to fuck her.

Shyness spread across her features as she tried to close her legs. Her arms instinctively went to cover her breasts.

“Not so fast, angel, I want to see all of you,” I growled, grinning down at her. Ruby bloomed on her cheeks. “I want your eyes on me while I shove every inch inside your cunt. I want to watch you come around my cock.”

My dirty words enhanced the crimson shade she wore. Her hands gripped the back of my neck, pulling me down on her. I melted into her, making sure she got a good taste of how hard I made her come. Olivia was ready for me.

And the night was young.