After Dark: Love for crime.

Chapter 5

Paul PoV

Edie just kissed me...

Her lips are as soft as flower petals, so smooth and full. Her kiss is light and sweet, but there is a bit of eagerness to it. When she presses in harder, an animalistic hunger arises within me. I deepen the kiss, wrapping my hand in her beautiful hair, grabbing her wide set hips and pulling her tight against me. I need more.I sweep my tongue against her bottom lip beckoning her to let me in. She parts her lips for me and I begib my accent on her mouth.. God she tastes amazing, like peaches and honeysuckle. I am quickly losing control.

My mind is clouded with lust. I can barely process my thoughts all I want is to take her right here and now.. I want to make her mine..

Kissing Edie was nothing like I'd ever experienced before.. It was as if her mouth was made for mine. The way she kissed me. f**k. She was submissive to me, letting me take full control as I worked her mouth with mine.

She moaned against me, sending a titlewave of raging hot lust coursing through my veins and straight to my c**k. In response, my fingers tangled deeper in her thick blonde locks as our tongues danced in sinc. I pulled her into me as far as I could, my leg between hers,, but it wasn't enough.

She was intoxicating. I wanted to lose myself in her, I felt as though I could kiss her forever without coming up for air.

She was so close now I could feel the rise of her chest. She moved ever so slightly, her full thighs brushing against my hard c**k.

I let out a low growl as I pushed her back against the fridge. Our lips parted and I rested my forehead against hers. I hadn't realized how out of breath I was, we were both panting like dogs, desperately trying to catch our breath. I had never kissed anyone like that before. That kiss was so intense I thought I might have c*m on the spot.

“Paul-” Edie’s eyes are heavy, glossed over as she looks up at me. She bites at her lower lip. f**k. She probably had no idea how fuckign sexy that was.

Fuck f**k f**k.

I wanted to tare her clothes off and f**k her hard, bent over the counter.. . To see that body naked exposed and on display for me...

Fuck.

I tried to create some distance as I took a step back. If this girl came any closer, i didn’t know if i'd be able to control myself.

“ Edie stop.” But she didn’t. She closed what little distance was between us in a few short strides.

“ Paul…”

Hearing my name on her lips.. Her voice was low hum and it was sexy as f**k. She ran her fingers up the length of my arm, leaving a trail of burning hot skin in their wake. I couldn’t hold back. I don’t know what it was with this girl, but I needed her. It felt like without her I would drown, even without any water around.

I grabbed her waist, pulling her into me as my mouth came crashing down against hers.

She was mine now.

“I’m going to f**k you Edie." I purred into her ear. I didn't even recognize my own voice.

“Please..” Her voice was whiny and desperate. That was an invitation to make her mine.

Edith’s POV

What am I doing? Kissing Paul is one thing- and oh my god was kissing Paul something. I was an addict and he was my heroine. I couldn’t get enough, no fix was ever enough- but s*x? This was unknown territory for me. Sure i’ve kissed boys before, but it was never anything like this, I never felt the need to have s*x with them, infact it was qutie the oppostie of feelings. But with Paul, this kiss sent a gush of intense lust straight to my core, I could feel the wetness growing between my legs.

Paul lifts me from the ground, pulling me from my own thoughts. my legs instinctively wrapping around his perfect body. He kisses me again, his feverishes kisses making me hot. His mouth leaves mine to kiss the line of my jaw, to my neck, pressing his lips the the sweet spot behind my ear.

I let out a soft moan. I can't help myself, it feels so damn good. I want more, need more. My body is screaming for more, to feel more of him, all of him. HeI cups my ass, as he gives it a nice squeeze, it tickles a little, making me giggle.

“Paul!”

“Yes Edie?” His deep voice is low and grumbly. Laced heavily with salaciousness.

“I’m-” he nibbles at my ear and I nearly lose myself again. I lean my head back instinctively, wanting more….

Paul leans back, his eyes searching my face as he brushes the disheveled hair from my face.

How did we end up here? Our bodies pressed together, only separated by clothing..

Only a few hours ago I planned to leave this place, my job and never look back. But now? Now, i'm wrapped in the arms of a cold blooded killer and despite that title, i felt safe...and aroused as hell.

Something about this man has me completely perplexed and I feel as though I will never be able to pull myself away.

“Edie?

“Huh?”My body is still wrapped around him, i crane my neck to meet his icy blue eyes.

“You okay?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry. It’s just-” I pause, suddenly feeling nervous and a little self consciousness. It dawns on me that Paul is more than likely, no, he is far more experienced than myself… This may not be as intense for him as it is for me…

My once scalding hot body begins to run cold at the revelation. “This is a lot, I wasn't really prepared.”

Paul unhooks my legs from his waist, bushing me back into the countertop. Just looking over me for a moment.

Great. I killed the mood.

“It’s alright Edie, I am not going to hurt you.”

He must have sensed my worry, as he tenderly pressed his lips to my forehead in a gentle kiss.

“Better get some rest Edie. Think you can find your way back to your room?”

I nod slowly, lost for words.

“Good night Edie.”

Paul walks out of the kitchen without a glance back. I let out a long breath, not realizing I was holding my breath.

Holy s**t.

Paul POV

Shutting my bedroom door, I let out a long breath. f**k. That was the best kiss of my life. I could have kissed her forever. I wanted so much more, to ravish her entire being.

My c**k twitched in my pants at the thought of having Edie. f**k. I needed a cold shower.

I run the shower, shivering as the cold water cascades down my skin. I press my forehead against the cool tile, trying to calm my lust filled thoughts.

Think of anything… puppies, Grandma, anything but Edie….

Fuck.

I wanted nothing more than to take her right there in the kitchen, just picturing that nice ass bent over for the taking….

Goddammit!

I wanted her more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. I'd only known her a day, and hell, I didn't even know her. But I was smitten.

So much for the cold shower.

I turned the nosal to hot, letting the warmth of the water heat my cold flesh. My d**k was still as hard as before, as thoughts of being with Edie over take and sense I had.

I needed relief. I grab the length of my c**k, stroking it slowly, imagining Edie's supple lips coaxing it's length. f**k. Just imagining it makes my body shudder.

I can feel my release growing close, as I picture Edie bent over the counter, begging from me to f**k her rough and deep. Thinking of that sweet sound of her moaning my name was enough to send me over the edge. My breathing was heavy, I have never c*m so hard in my life… And that was just from a kiss earlier and imagination. I cannot even begin to fathom how amazingly incredible it would be to actually sink my c**k into her tight p***y.

Damn. I needed to go to sleep before I had to beat off again…

Edie POV

Sleep didn’t come easily that night or the night after, or the next few nights. For the next few weeks I struggled to sleep.. And when I did manage to finally fall asleep my dreams were consumed with thoughts of Paul. lots and lots of Paul. I was beginning to think I had become obsessed.

I hadn’t seen Paul since our… encounter in his kitchen a few weeks ago. Part of me was relieved, and there was a part of me, a large part of me, that was disappointed. I dreamed about kissing him again, feeling his body pressed against mine...but he wasn’t, he was avoiding me as much as i was avoiding him. The thought of not seeing him left a sinking void within me.

“Hey girl, why so glum?” Charlie appeared beside me, setting a stack of glasses onto the bar.

After the shooting, I really didn't know if Charlie would be back. Hell, I didn't think any of the girls would be back, myself included, but especially Charlie after her reaction to the whole situation was rather… alarming.

But in her own words, “I'm a tough cookie and no guns gonna keep me from my stripper money without stripping.”

“Lack of sleep is all.” I faked a convincing yawn.

“I'm telling you Edie,” Lydia chimed in, placing her hand on her hip as she spoke. “Get a little, well not little, you don't want a little one… hold on. Get some decent sized d**k and and you will sleep like you've been drugged.”

Charlie chuckled as she smacked Lydia in the shoulder. “f**k Lydia, do you think about anything that doesn’t involve s*x? Yah damn Nympho. Ignore her baby girl. Take a lavender bath and drink some chamomile tea, maybe some melatonin tonight, you’ll sleep like a log without having to swipe your V card.”

“I’ll have to try that. Thanks Charlie! You’re always looking out.”

“Hey! Don’t knock my advice until you try it, girl.”

Charlie and I look at Lydia, then to one another, laughter flowing from us freely. Lydia rolls her eyes, throwing up to middle fingers in our direction.

“Now ladies…”

Darcy Eklund appeared from behind the bar, looking utterly fabulous as usual, and slightly amused by our childish banter.

“Sorry Darc! Just having a bit of fun.”

Darcy throws her head back as she laughs, God, she even makes laughing look elegant.

“Nothing wrong with LMK@2s1@@@a little fun ladies. Now Charlie, Lydia, Terr needs you two in the back to help with inventory. Edie, please stay a moment, I would like a word."

Charlie and Lydia both give me a look, ' what is this about, you have to dish later, kind of look, before leaving me alone with Darcy.

“How can I help Mrs. Eklund?”

“It’s about my son.”

Darcy wanted to talk about her son? Paul? But why? Ohmigod! Does she know about the kiss in her kitchen? Oh hell! Am i getting fired? f**k. Yeah, i am getting fired.Great, this is just great.

“Edith?”

Shit. I lost myself in my own thoughts. “ Oh yes, sorry Mrs. Eklund.”

“Please dear, call me Darcy” she said, giving me one of her dazzling smiles.

“ Terry and I wanted to invite you to our dinner party next week, Paul is in need of a date and well, he can’t stop talking about you.”

My face flushes. Paul talks about me? We only kissed once. Although, it was one hell of a kiss, and the hottest kiss I have ever experienced.

“Oh wow.. Thank Mrs. Ek- I mean Darcy. I wouldn't want to impose."

"You wouldn't be at all dear. We would love to have you, and I simply cannot take no for an answer."

I nod, returning an awkward smile. "Sure, I'd love too. I-"

Darcy doesn’t let me finish. “wonderful! I’ll text you the details. Have a wonderful night Edie. May the tips be ever flowing.” Darcy gives a toothy grins as she squeezes my shoulder before stalking off toward the office.

What in the world just happened?

“Girl!”

Charlie and Lydia make their way back over to me, hands full of unopened liquor bottles.

“Hey there. Need a hand?”

“Yes please!” Lydia walks closer to me and I take a few bottles from her and then Charlie, helping them stock the shelves behind the bar.

“So…” Charlie’s brow arches as she looks at me intently.

“So?” I reply back with the same tone.

“ What did Darc want?”

“Yeah spill! We are nosy!” Lydia said, pulling me closer to her and Charlie.

“It was nothing-”

Lydia rolls her eyes, that's kind of her thing, always with the eye rolling.

“Come one Edie! We're your girls, don't keep us in the dark!” Charlie says, giving me her puppy dog eyes.

“Ugh fine. She just wanted to invite me to a dinner party.”

A look of shock is plastered across both of their faces. I swear if Lydia's jaw wasn't attached it would be on the floor.

“Damn! I want an invite to an Eklund dinner party. Absolutely jealous!” Charlie shrieks.

“What are you ladies gossiping about? Boys?” Dawson leans against the bar, wiggling his eyebrows as he tries to weasel his way into our conversation.

“Oh f**k off Dawson.” Charlie says, taking a lesson from Lydia and rolling her eyes.

“You’re such a child.” Lydia joined in.

“Woah woah. Always ganging up on me? I mean, two is better than one.” Dawsom looked at the girl's as he winked.

“Leave the girls alone Dawson.” Paul… I nearly melt at the sound of his voice.

“Can't a guy have a little fun?” Dawson shrugs.

“Not at the expense of our staff, no.”

“Well you're no fun Paul.” Dawson sulks into his seat at the bar, faking a pout. Paul leans his back against the bar, looking dangerous and brooding.

Sexy as f**k.

My gaze falters to his delicious lips, remembering how they felt so right when they were kissing mine, When his body was so close to mine, so close I could feel how excited I made him…

My heart was pounding, at the memory of our kiss, at the thought of doing it again.. s**t. I can feel Paul’s gaze on me, a smirk steadily growing in the corner of is mouth. It’s as if he knows exactly where my mind is. I watch as his eyes, those icy pools of blue, look me up and down, looking hungrier than before.

Fuck.

It takes all of my self control not to act upon this ever growing lust and jump over the counter to maul him.

“Earth to Edie.” Reluctantly I pull my eyes from Paul, who chuckles softly as Lydia taps me on the shoulder.

“Huh?”

“I asked if you were ready?”

“Ready for?”

She looks at me a little muffed by my response. “ The doors are opening..”

“Oh, yes yes, I'm ready. Let's go.”

“You really need to stop getting lost in that big ole head of yours.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever. Let’s go.”