Chapter 19 #2
“Then no one was looking hard enough. Because you’re so much more than those labels.”
Not sure how to answer that, or deal with the emotions it brought to the surface, he kissed her. One kiss turned into another and before long they blended together in this amazing mating of the mouths.
He wasn’t sure how long they lay like that, with her naked in his arms, their mouths fused together, engaged in silent conversation. And when that conversation turned heated, he kissed his way down her neck to her cleavage, where he ran his tongue down the valley.
“Mmmm…” she mumbled.
Before taking her into his mouth, he swirled his tongue around her nipple until it was hard and pointed. Then he filled his mouth with her amazing breast. Sucking and weighing until she was moaning beneath him. He moved to the other side because fair is fair.
“Perfect,” he whispered against her skin. “Just perfect.”
“I feel underdressed,” she teased. “Or are you overdressed?”
Before he could answer, she locked her toes in his waistband and tugged his sweats. Before they even hit the floor she took him into her hands and began stroking him from base to tip, running her fingertip along the ridge at the top.
Like a whisper, she moved up and down, driving him out of his mind. He grew harder as her hands gripped tighter until he was certain he was going to explode. Which was why he gently took her wrists to stop her.
“You didn’t like that?” she said, knowing damn well he loved it.
“When I come it’s going to be inside you.”
“But we don’t have a condom.”
“Stay right here.”
Decker made a beeline for the bathroom, opened his shaving kit and—praise Buddha, Elvis, and whoever else was listening— he had a strip of “just in case” condoms he kept in there. By the time he made it back to bed, he was covered and ready to go.
“So certain of yourself.”
“You never know.” Then he paused and realized how that made him look. “I haven’t been with anyone since my injury. So it’s not like that.”
“I never thought it was,” she assured him. “You forget that I know you now. I know the kind of man you are. You’re the real deal, Decker. Don’t forget that.”
Jesus, now he was the one getting glassy-eyed. Never in a million years did he imagine a woman saying that to him. Let alone this amazing woman. So he’d be damned if he let her down. Poppy made him feel like he could be his best self, and he wasn’t going to lose that.
He wasn’t going to lose her.
“You sure about this?” he asked, leaning over her.
She pushed up until the tip of his erection was pressing into her core. “More than sure.”
“This isn’t some one-off, because I’ve had enough of those to last a lifetime.”
She cupped his cheek. “You’re not a one-night stand, Decker.”
Maybe it was the genuineness in her tone, or the confident way she was looking at him, but he couldn’t help himself. He gripped her hips, yanked her down until her ass was teetering on the edge of the bed and, while still standing, he entered her in one thrust.
“Decker,” she said.
“Quiet, Angel. Remember the rules?”
“I do. Do you?”
And holy hell, she squeezed her core so tightly around him it took everything he had not to yell her name. She did it again and he lifted a brow.
“You want to play? Let’s play,” he challenged.
He pulled back and pushed in, using long deep thrusts and shallow withdraws. He didn’t warm up or start things slow. He went from zero to a hundred in point-zero-one seconds.
She lifted her feet and rested them on the edge of the footboard, then let her legs fall all the way open.
He took advantage of the position and stepped further between her thighs so that when he pumped he hit the top of her core.
To her credit she didn’t even make a peep.
But when he looked up she was biting her lower lip so hard it had turned purple.
“That’s dirty,” he said.
“I thought you liked it dirty.”
“I never said that.”
“Your face did,” she said. “Your face tells me you like that I like it dirty. It also tells me that you’re about as close to lift-off as I am. So let’s stop with the games and get down to business.”
He had to smile at her moxie. But she wiped the smile right off his face when she used her feet as leverage and pushed up, hard and fast, taking him in whole. His eyes rolled back in his head.
The next time she pushed up, he pressed down, creating so much friction he felt her begin to tighten.
It didn’t take long until they were in perfect sync to get the most pleasure possible.
And that’s what this was, a mutual give-and-take of pleasure and connection.
In fact, he’d never felt so connected to another human.
Their movements turned frantic. Poppy was pushing up so hard with her legs they were trembling, so he slid his hands under her ass to help bring it home. He lifted her hips higher until their bodies were slapping against each other, and they were both slick with lust.
“Just like that,” she said through gritted teeth.
So he did it, just like that. Over and over. Harder and harder. Setting a pace that he was sure was going to buckle his legs.
Then he felt it. The beginning of her orgasm. Her body coiled around him, squeezing to the point of pain, and his balls tightened so hard they practically disappeared into his body.
Her back was arched, her legs parted all the way to the mattress, and her head was thrown back. She was a sight to be seen. Just looking at her made him want to come. But he was a ladies-first kind of guy and he’d rather die than end the game before she blew her buzzer.
Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long. Three more pumps and a swivel of the hips later and Poppy shattered into pieces. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open in a silent groan, and her body throbbed around him.
That’s when Decker allowed himself to let go. He thought it was going to be a physical release but it was emotional as well. Because as hard as his orgasm was, the realization of just how special this was hit harder.
With a final release he let his head fall onto her stomach.
They were both silently gasping for breath. Her nails scratched his head and his hands ran up and down her thighs. They lay like that for a long moment until he was afraid he was crushing her.
Lifting her into his arms, he walked around the bed and settled in with her naked body splayed against his side, her head against his chest. And while he lay there, with her in his arms, he admitted there was no way he could ever let her go.