Chapter 24 #2
It angered her that his family didn’t see just how torn he was between following his own happy or making others happy.
It was a place Poppy had been before, and it could tear a person in two.
She didn’t want that for Decker, because once a person was pulled to pieces it was impossible to sew them back together in the way they’d been before.
She was about to pull back when Decker’s hands slid up into her hair as he cupped her jaw and deepened the kiss.
He didn’t speed it up or raise the heat but kissed her languorously and thoroughly.
Their lips skated over each other again and again as if they were teenagers exploring for the first time.
And that’s exactly how each swipe felt—like an exploration of her body, mind, and—as he pulled back to stare into her eyes—soul.
“What was that?” she breathed against his mouth.
“Me chasing happy.”
“Kissing me makes you happy?” she teased, but he didn’t laugh.
“You.” His thumb traced her lower lip. “You make me happy.”
“Then why did you stop?”
A smile tugged at his lips—and her heart. There was something in his gaze that she’d ignored for weeks, but it was impossible to look past now. In fact, she didn’t want to pretend, she wanted to feel the entire scope of what he was telling her.
“Oh, we’re just getting started. And if we’re going for the full experience, I should let you know that this makes me happy as fuck.”
Before she knew what was happening, Decker had picked her up and set her on his lap so that she was straddling him. To remain upright her hands went to his big, broad, well-honed shoulders. His hands? They went straight to her ass.
“And in case you were wondering just how happy you make me, I thought I’d show you.” He yanked her close and she could feel his enormous happy pressed against her core.
“That’s a pretty big display of happy.”
“You know what else makes me happy?”
“What?”
“Seeing your lipstick smeared across the sheets.” And then he was kissing her again. Gone were the gentle swipes and sweet strokes and in their place was raw hunger.
To keep up, Poppy rose up on her knees, changing the angle so she could take everything he was giving her.
And he gave and gave until her thighs began to tremble.
And just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he kissed his way down her neck, to the hollow of her throat and lower until he took her breast in his mouth and sucked her through the fabric of her shirt.
“Decker,” she moaned as her head fell back.
“You like that? Then you’re going to love this.”
He peeled her shirt off and yanked her bra down so the cups made a shelf for her breasts.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, giving one nipple a tug with his teeth and the other a nip. She was about to insist that it was too much when, as if sensing her needs, he soothed her with his tongue.
Back and forth he went, like a starving man who was feasting on his favorite food. Her back arched, pressing herself further into his mouth and he growled in approval.
“Stand,” he ordered.
“Huh?” she said, dizzy with need.
“Stand up.”
Confused, she did as he asked and even before her feet were firmly planted on the floor he was peeling her jeans down her legs. She stepped out of them and his eyes ran the length of her.
“Now, turn.” He gave a swirl of the hand. When she was faced away from him he said, “Stop.” Then without warning she felt the string of her panties pull back and then snap against her ass.
She gaped with equal parts surprise and pleasure.
“While I love the way these look on you,” he traced a finger down the strap of silk, “they need to go.”
Wanting to give him a little surprise, she looped her fingers in the small elastic band and, with her legs straight, bent over while she pulled them down to her ankles. She gave a little shimmy before stepping out of her G-string one foot at a time, prolonging his private show.
“Jesus, Angel,” he said, his hands palming her cheeks and molding them to each globe. First he kissed one cheek, then he ran his tongue across and over the line to kiss her other side.
Looking over her shoulder, she shot him a spicy smile and crooked a brow, then sat on his lap. He ran his hands down her thighs and when he got to her knees he yanked them apart. Lifting, he rested them on his thighs until her feet were off the floor and all her weight was on his happy.
Taking her wrists, he looped her hands behind his neck. “In case you need to hold on to something.”
Without warning he cupped her core with his hands and pressed the heel of his palm against her pleasure button, squeezing her sensitive flesh until she thought for sure it was going to be an orgasm-at-first-touch kind of moment.
He squeezed again and man-spread his legs until she was on complete display. She nearly fell off his lap, but then his arm wrapped around her stomach, he palmed her breast and pulled her against his body.
Pleasure hit even harder when he slid a finger just barely inside, teasing the opening, swirling around and around.
“Decker,” she moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder. She looked over and found him looking back; his eyes were hooded and glowing with hunger. The way he looked at her as if she were the sexiest woman in the world had her belly doing backflips.
With a gentle kiss to her mouth, he stuck his finger all the way in and slowly pulled out. Then did it again, pumping ever so slowly, but so deep his hand nearly disappeared inside of her. But it wasn’t enough pressure to satisfy the inferno building inside her.
She pressed down on his hand and squeezed her core until he could barely pull back out. They kept up the pace, moving faster and faster until her hips rolled against his hand, then his erection in this perfectly timed dance.
“More,” she said.
“Only if you promise to be quiet,” he said, his mouth against her shoulder.
“Then I guess you’d better find something to do with my mouth, so I don’t alert the entire house what we’re doing.”
No further permission needed, his lips crashed onto hers and before long their mouths were doing that same erotic dance.
“Harder,” she breathed against his lips.
His legs parted even further, spreading hers as far as they could possibly go so that when he plunged into her it created this delicious tension. Frantically they moved together, hungrier and hungrier until Poppy’s head was spinning.
They were no longer kissing, but panting into the other’s mouth, eyes open and staring into the other’s gaze.
And when she thought she’d die from pleasure, he slid in another finger and she blew.
Like a roman candle she took off, her legs shaking, her body trembling, but her hips never stopped moving, riding it out until the very last wave of her release washed over her.
When she came to, she was on her back on the bed and Decker was positioned above her, his jeans at his feet—condom secure.
Resting his palms on either side of her head, he didn’t waste time, sliding into her in a single fluid movement. They shared a double gasp of pleasure, then held still as if wanting to memorize the way it felt to be this connected—to be this in tune with another human.
Poppy felt like he was seeing her—all of her and it felt amazing. She no longer had to hide parts of herself for fear of being judged or betrayed. He was taking her as she was and what an empowering gift that was.
Slowly he started to move and her already sensitive skin quivered from the friction.
She wrapped her legs around his back, rising up until even a breath of air couldn’t separate them.
And when she rolled her hips it was as if all his control disappeared.
His thrusts were no longer slow and languid, they’d reached the main event. He was focused and intent.
Intent on driving her out of her mind—which was racing at the speed of light. But no longer with what-ifs and could-happens. Poppy’s mind was filled with what the future could hold. For her. For him. For them.
“Decker,” she whispered. “I need more.”
He took her face in his hands. “You can have it all.”
It felt like a promise. Like his thoughts were going down the same path where the two of them worked out, and this dream she’d had since her mom died, of finding a family, was just within reach.
Her mouth gravitated toward his, her body moving with his as if they were one.
Their legs locked together and his forehead fell to her shoulder as they both rushed toward that finish line.
Faster and faster until the pleasure was too important to hold in, until it felt as if the emotions that she had been building were so vast they needed to be shared with the world. So Poppy let go.
She let go of the uncertainty of what was on the other side and allowed herself to fall. In love, she realized. That was what she’d been feeling all this time. Love.
She’d fallen for this man and he would forever be in her heart.
He must have felt the change because he lifted his head to look into her eyes. “I got you,” he whispered.
The only question that remained as they both found their pleasure was if he’d let her support him back.