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“You don’t know anything about me,” I whispered.
“Poppy… God, Poppy, how innocent you really are.” All he did was cock a dark eyebrow at me, as if challenging me to deny it, lie about it.
I dropped my focus to the ground, trying to breathe nice and easy, trying to make it look like he wasn’t affecting me, like I wasn’t about to lose it and say fuck it all.
But the feel of his finger on my chin, the feeling of him adding pressure and bringing my head up, and looking into his eyes once more, had everything else fading away. Had my resistance crumbling.
He said nothing for long seconds, just stared at me, as if able to read me so clearly.
“You’re afraid. Scared of everything, of this… of us.”
My breath caught and still I stayed silent.
“That’s okay, baby,” he murmured deeply. “You don’t have to say a word for me to know exactly who you are, exactly what you want and need.”
And then he leaned down and captured my mouth with his. A gasp left me at the feel of his powerful kiss, at the feel of his strong lips on mine, of his tongue stroking, taking what he wanted.
Butcher’s kiss was hard, demanding, and when his hands landed on each side of my face, tilting my head, holding me in place, controlling me so I was helpless against him, all I could do was feel all of him. And I didn’t stop him, didn’t push him away. I wanted more. So much more.
And God did it feel incredible.
I didn’t care about anything at this moment. I only focused on Butcher and how he made me feel.
This whole situation was bad for me, and hell, Butcher was the worst kind of bad I could get involved with right now, but I didn’t care. Because in this moment, all I could think about was how it felt to have him finally kissing me. All I worried about was how far I’d let this go. Everything else was a distant, long-forgotten memory.
Butcher shoved me back against the wall, the cold, rough surface causing a gasp to leave me, the sensation of his hard chest against mine, sandwiching me between him and the building, having desire move through me like a freight train.
I moaned.
“That’s it, girl. That’s so fucking it, Poppy.” He cupped my hips, his big hands making me feel small and feminine. Then again, he didn’t need to touch me to make me feel that way around him.
He was a force to be reckoned with all on his own.
He slid his hands down my hips, over the base of my spine, and cupped my ass, squeezing the mounds and causing a shot of lust to claim me. For a second, he just held the globes, but then he let out this low groan against my mouth, curled his fingers into the denim of my pants, and pulled me fully against him.
“Fuck. Yeah.”
Butcher stroked his tongue along mine, kissing me harder, more possessively. I had never done anything like this, never been taken by a man, kissed, touched. I was truly innocent in every aspect of the word.
I was so wet, my underwear soaked clean through, the material rubbing against the sensitive flesh of my pussy. It probably didn’t help that I was buzzed and high.
It probably didn’t help that I wanted him with everything in me.
Chapter Thirteen
Poppy
Icouldn’t breathe, couldn’t think as he took me to his bedroom, as I let him.
Once inside, he had me pressed up against the door and moved his hands down only far enough so he could grab the waistband of my pants, popping the button free, pulling the zipper down, then slowly working the material over my hips and down my thighs. He was slow and meticulous with his actions, as if he was worried I might stop this.
He panted hard against my mouth, his long, thick, and huge cock digging into my belly as he ground himself into me. His jeans blocked real contact, hid the truth of how massive his dick really was. But I felt it, could imagine how it would feel inside me, stretching me.
And then it was like something snapped in him, something making his control go completely out the window.
He became an animal.
He became the man I’d envisioned.
