After Dark: Love for crime.

Chapter 6

Work was long and seemingly uneventful, but the tips were damn good, as usual. I spent most of the night thinking of Paul… Of how nice his strong biceps would feel beneath my fingertips… I wiped down the last of the bar, lookin over everything to make sure we were set for the next day…

“Ready to go?” Charlie asks, throwing her bag over her shoulder.

“Yeah! Let me grab my purse! I’ll meet you ladies at the door?”

“Hurry! I’m so ready for bed.” Lydia groans, stretchy her body dramatically.

I toss the towel into the basket behind the bar and dash to the back room where the staff lockers were.

Paul’s Pov

“Hey Charlie, Lydia.” Both girls look at me, with wide smiles. Lydia looks at me with a little too much excitement for my liking.

I knew how girls looked at me, I knew the effect I had on them, and I usually liked it, but for some reason, ever since I met Edie, the only person I cared about looking at me like that was her.

“You ladies don’t have to wait for Edie. I have to talk with her for a minute, Dawson will walk you to your car.”

They both look at me, puzzled at my response. But they know not to question me any further.

“Okay, just make sure she gets to her car safely, will yah?”

“Of course. Have a good night.”

Dawson walks off with Charlie and Lydia, who instantly begin to argue as they exit the side door of the club. I wasted no time heading to the staff room.

I needed to see Edie.

“Jees, you girls are impatient, I’m-”

Edie whirls around face me- clearly unaware of who just walked in the door.

“Oh… Paul, uh, sorry. I thought you were Charlie and Lydia. “

“Nope. Just me.” I chuckle softly, leaning my back against the painted brick wall.

“Well,I better get going before they have my head.”

Edie shuts her locker, her gaze never meeting mine as she heads for the door. Like a compulsion, I reached my hand out to stop her, grabbing her delicate wrist.

“No need. Dawson already walked them out.”

“Oh…” She still doesn’t look at me, her eyes still glued to the black and white diamond tiles.

“We need to talk.”

Her gaze rises from the floor, and I get a glimpse at those dreamy green eyes. Finally, I have caught her attention.

“About?”

I don't waste another second, pulling her into me. My hand moves from her wrist to her waist. I brush my fingers over the smooth skin of her cheek.

“ Edie." I run my thumb over that plump lower lip, her body shivering in response to my touch.

“Paul..” Her voice caught in her throat as she said my name, music to my ears.

I lower my head to hers, lightly brushing my lips against hers.

“This isn’t talking..” Her breath is hot and sweet against my mouth, sending a wave of desire raging through my being.

"I know." My hand glides from her cheek through her luscious locks, cupping the back of her head and taking her beautiful mouth with my own.

She melts into me, like her body was made to meld with mine. I kissed her harder, needing more of her, and like she could read my mind, she threw her arms around my neck, pulling me closer, so close. I could feel the heat of her body, the rise and fall of her chest against mine,

Fuck.

I can’t think as lust takes over me, cloudy all my rational judgements. The kisses quicken and she brushes her tongue against my lower lip, and it’s as if an alarm rang out in my head. I can't get enough of this girl!

MORE! NEED MORE!

Her hand trails over my chest, her lips leaving mine and trailing the length of my neck.

Goddamn this girl.

Lust takes over me yet again, I am consumed by it. Our tongues intertwined in a feverish dance. I clutch her thighs, pulling her up and around me, using the wall for support, I feel my pants growing tighter as she nibbles at my ear.

Fuck that feels amazing.

My hands slip underneath Edie's shirt. Her smooth delicate skin was so damn soft against my finger tips. Her thighs tighten around my hips, as I caress her beautiful flesh. Her body responds to mine without words, her back arches as I slip my hand beneath her bra, a soft moan escaping her lips as I pinch her n*****s between my fingers.

"Paul.."

Edie moans my name and it awakens the animal inside me. My lips come crashing down against hers as my tongue ravages her mouth. I can't stop. I desperately need to taste her.

I kiss her jaw line, slowly tracing down the length of her neck to that sweet spot just below her ear.

In one swift motion, I lift Edie's shirt over her head, unclasping her bra and letting them fall to the floor effortlessly.

My mouth travels down her neck, over her soft mounds, leaving a trail of kisses behind. Her breasts are so perky and full. so f*****g perfect.

She is perfect.

I brush my fingers over her bristling n*****s, suckling them between my lips. Edie throws her head back, moaning softly. Her back arches as my hunger for her grows. My tongue flicks at her n*****s before I lightly pull them between my teeth. Her fingers digging into my back as her aroused body squirms against me.

My mouth claims hers once again. Heated kiss after kiss sent my body aflame.

I can't get enough of her. I want, no, I need all of her. I rest Edie on the small counter, my hands running up the inside of her thick thighs. Her skin is warm and soft to the touch, as my fingers trail under her skirt, lightly sweeping over the silky material of her panties.

"Paul, I-"

I slip my finger into her panties, her warm flesh is slick with arousal.

Edie gasps as I run my thumb over her c**t. Her fingers dig into my forearm, her hips beginning to rock as I continue to caress her bean of pleasure.

My index finger circles her entrance, taunting her.

I'm stunned when her hand grips my hand, stopping me from slipping inside of her wetness.

"Edie? Is something wrong?"

"I don't… I haven't.." Edie fumbles over her words, her voice breathy as a blush spreads across her flushed cheeks.

"You're not making any sense. You haven't?"

I haven't, you know…" She's whispering now, her face growing redder by the second. "I've never done this before…." She fidgets awkwardly, covering her exposed breast with her arms. "I'm a virgin."

I heard them mentioning that before, but I assumed it was some sort of joke.

"You've never had s*x before?"

She looks at me with a slight look of annoyance. "No. That's kind of what the term virgin means."

I look at her dumbfounded.

Fuck.

This complicates things… I want her so damn bad, it drives me wild! But her being a virgin, me taking her virginity… The thought of being her first… It did something to me.

"f**k it." It didn't matter that she was a virgin, all that mattered was that she was going to be mine, truly. I would be the only one to have her. Whatever followed, that was tomorrow's problem…

I attack her mouth, kissing her with a ravenous hunger. I needed her, all of her. And tonight, she'd be mine.