Chapter 52
Nick
Istare at Poppy in utter shock, unable to speak.
“You…you love me too?” I stammer.
She bites back a smile. “Yes. I love you.”
I stand there, feeling dizzy, like I’m about to pass out. Then I’m smiling so hard my entire face aches.
I kiss her again. “You love me,” I murmur against her sweet mouth.
“So much,” she rasps. “You’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met, Nick. You put me first. You build me up. You’re proud of me. You’d do anything to make me smile, to see me happy. To protect me.”
I hold her face, her eyes bright with emotion as she gazes up at me. I can feel it. I can feel the love in her stare. It makes my heart beat faster. It makes my chest tighten.
“I can’t believe it,” I say through a laugh of sheer disbelief. “Poppy Wylder loves me.”
She beams. “How could I resist you? You’re the literal guy of my dreams.”
I kiss her again. “No way. You’re my dream come true, wild girl. I love everything about you so damn much.” I run my hands down her arms and her waist, settling on her hips, kissing her the whole time.
“I love this mouth. These hands. I love your skin and your hair and your pretty, pretty eyes.” I run my fingers through her hair. “I love your brain. You’re so smart. It’s so fucking hot.”
She smiles against my mouth. I run the palm of my hand up her stomach, settling on her chest. “I love your heart. Your beautiful heart.”
Her eyes are teary again when she looks at me, but she’s smiling like she’s never been this happy.
“I love you,” I whisper as I kiss her collarbone.
She tugs a hand through my hair as she moans softly. “Nick?”
“Yeah, honey?”
“Will you take me home and make love to me now?”
I close the door to my bedroom, then turn around to Poppy.
She’s standing in front of my bed, a cute smile playing across her sweet mouth. I walk over, pull her against me, and kiss her.
I run my hands underneath the jersey she’s wearing, groaning at how soft her skin is.
She moves to take it off, but I shake my head. “That stays on.”
She flashes a smile that’s both sweet and sexy, and it makes my knees go weak. Damn, this woman. Just one smile from her makes me crazy in the best way.
She undoes her jeans, and I help her take them off. I drop to my knees, groaning when I see the blue lace panties she’s wearing.
I kiss her pussy outside of the delicate material. Above me, she gasps, digging her fingers into my shoulders.
I tease her like that for a minute before slowly pulling down her panties. Then I part her pussy lips open with my tongue.
I growl at her taste. Fuck. She’s so goddamn sweet, and it’s driving me crazy.
“How do you always taste so fucking good, honey?” I growl.
I take my time, going slow, relishing the soft, desperate noises she makes.
She’s always so noisy when I go down on her, and I love it.
This time is different, though. This time is the first time we’re together after saying I love you, and I want to savor it.
I want to remember every sweet noise she makes when I make love to her.
I flick my tongue over her clit in that steady rhythm she loves. Her legs shake, and she pulls my hair as she starts to come. She’s wild as she falls apart on my tongue. She starts to lose her balance, but I prop her up as she cries out my name.
My cock is rock hard. It has been ever since I put my mouth on her. But now, after hearing the woman I love say my name as she comes, I’m hard as fucking titanium. I’ve never been this turned on in my life. I guess this is how it feels to have sex with someone you’re in love with.
I’ve never felt this happy. This complete.
I guide her onto the bed and help her lie down. She flashes a sleepy-drunk smile at me, and I can’t help but grin. Fuck, my girl is adorable.
I shed my clothes, grab a condom from my pocket, and slide it on, hissing at how hard I am.
I take a breath. I could come in just a couple of minutes, I’m so aroused. But there’s no way I’m letting that happen. I want to make this good for her. I want to make this the best she’s ever had.
Slowly, I slide into her. I watch her as her smile fades and her eyes roll back. She grips the bedsheets and lets out a whimper that sends pleasure straight to my dick and balls.
“Oh god…” she rasps. “I love the way you feel inside of me, Nick.”
I lean down and dust a kiss along the side of her neck. Then I tease the sensitive spot with my tongue.
“I love the way you feel, honey. Your pussy is heaven.”
I go slow, pacing myself, making sure I don’t go too fast or too hard. She needs to come first. She will always come first with me.
I lick my thumb, then reach down and softly massage her clit. She tightens around me. Searing heat zooms down my spine. Holy shit, that feels insanely good. I tense the muscles in my legs to keep from coming. Not yet. Not until she comes.
“Nick, I’m gonna come,” she sobs.
“That’s it, honey. Be a good girl and come hard on my cock.”
A second later, she explodes. I take in the sight of her: writhing on my bed, moaning and whimpering, wearing my jersey.
So fucking hot. But I want more. I need more.
When she starts to come down, I grab her waist and flip her over so she’s on her stomach. Then I pull her hips up so her plump ass is flush with my hips. She arches her back, deepening the angle between us.
“What are you doing?” she rasps.
“Making you come again.” I reach around tease her clit some more. “I could do this forever, Poppy. Make you come over and over and over.”
She turns her face to the side. “I don’t know if I can.”
I lean down and dust a kiss on her spine. “You will . You’re gonna give me one more orgasm.”
She bites back a giddy smile, her eyes pleasure-drunk. She loves this. She loves when I’m bossy and tell her what to do in bed. I love it too.
I run my palm over the back of the jersey she’s wearing. My gaze fixes on my number and my name. My balls tighten and my cock throbs.
“I wanna see my name and my number on your back when you come on my dick like the good girl that you are.”
I fuck her slow and deep while teasing her clit with my thumb. She’s panting and moaning and whimpering. She’s clawing at the bedsheets, her sounds getting more ragged and desperate by the second.
It’s not even two minutes before she’s falling apart again. Her sweet pussy squeezes around my dick, and I let out a rough, animal sound. Pleasure pulses through me, throttling me from the inside out. The pressure in my cock and balls hits that too-much point, and I unload into her with a roar.
It’s so powerful that I can’t see straight. I can’t hear either. Everything is fuzzy. My brain feels like it’s been blasted into a million pieces.
I fall forward, bracing my hands on the bed so I don’t collapse on top of her.
My lungs are raw as I catch my breath. I drop a kiss to the back of her neck.
“I love you,” I rasp.
She lets out a soft whimper. “I love you too. That was…oh my god. Beyond good. Just…wow.”
I grin and lean up on my knees. I gently slide out of her and pull off the condom, then toss it into the nearby trashcan. Then I lie on the bed and pull the comforter over us. I wrap my arms around her and pull her close.
I stare at her, breathless at how perfect Poppy is—at how I’m the luckiest man in the world to call her mine.
She sinks into me and closes her eyes. I kiss her forehead. “I love you, Poppy. So, so much.”
“I love you too.”
And in that moment, as I fall asleep with her in my arms, I know that no matter what happens, I’ll be able to get through it as long as I have Poppy.