“A snack huh?” One side of his mouth lifted in a lopsided grin that made him look almost boyish, an illusion that was demolished by the fact that his body was honed like steel, his dick thick and heavy between his thighs. “I could go for a snack too.”
Oh god, we were back to talking about food again.
“I’m… I’m sorry I ran into you.”
He lowered his head to my shoulder, like he’d done in the tunnel, and I caught a whiff of pine and spruce. Whatwasthat? And why did it suddenly smell as delicious as any tart, cookie, or cake I’d ever baked?
“Are you?” He murmured the words close enough to my neck that I felt the whisper of his breath on my skin.
“Um, yes. Yep. Sorry about that.” I was trying to keep it light, but my words sounded funny, like I’d been running when I most definitely hadn’t been.
“I’m not.” He pressed his lips to my neck and his dick brushed against my stomach.
My nipples got hard as a well of wet heat blossomed between my thighs. “You’re… you’re not?”
What was I doing? Why wasn’t I pushing him away? Making it clear I wouldn’t let him touch me? Wouldn’t let him kiss my neck?
“Uh-uh.” His tongue darted out, leaving a trail of fire all the way to the back of my ear, and I gasped as one of his hands slipped under my tank top. “In fact, this is the best thing that’s happened to me all day. Maybe all month.”
He closed his hand around one of my bare tits and thumbed my nipple. His lips were like a brand on my neck, his palm rough and warm on my skin.
Goosebumps rose on my arms, and a shiver of desire ran all the way up my spine. I was suddenly glad the closet doorwas at my back because I was pretty sure it was the only thing preventing me from melting into a puddle at Poe’s feet.
My head fell back, and I closed my eyes as he kissed his way along my jaw.
“Your skin is as soft as I thought it would be,” he murmured. “Like silk.”
Lust opened up at my center. It was all I could do not to turn my head, offer up my mouth, hook a leg around his hip to draw his dick against the ache of lust that throbbed in my pussy.
He touched his lips to the corners of my mouth and I gasped as he squeezed my nipple. Telling him to stop wasn’t even an option. I was completely lost in the delicious softness of his mouth, the warmth of his giant hand covering my tit while he fondled my nipple, the promise of his dick inches away from my hungry cunt.
I was about three seconds away from pulling him into my room when a voice sounded behind him.
“Well shit, if I’d known this was an option, I wouldn’t have left your room so fast.”
It took me a second to realize the voice had come from Remy.
And he was right behind Poe in the hall. I mean, I couldn’t see him behind Poe’s massive body, but that was where the voice had come from.
My cheeks flamed, humiliation washing over me.
I flattened my palms against Poe’s chest and shoved. It was like trying to move a tank.
He took a step back but didn’t lose his footing.
“Is this part of my work here?” I mustered all the indignity I could, but even I wasn’t convinced.
Surprise flashed in his eyes. “Didn’t seem like ‘work’ a minute ago, little bird.”
“How would you know?” I shot back.
He shrugged. “Whatever you say.”
I was relieved he didn’t mention the evidence of my lust — my erect nipples, the shallow rise and fall of my breath as he’d kissed his way along my jaw, the tilt of my head as I’d given myself over to the pleasure of his hands and lips — in front of Remy.
It was humiliating enough to know that I’d wanted him.
I fumbled for the door to my room.
