Chapter 7 Poppy
CHAPTER SEVEN
POPPY
We walk down the hallway to his apartment with our fingers laced together, and my heart is flat-out sprinting. Every cell in my body is on high alert.
He opens the door, and the second we’re inside, he turns and pulls me into his arms. His eyes search my face like he’s memorizing me.
He brushes my curls back from my cheek. “Are you sure about this?” he asks. The gruffness in his voice makes it clear he’s hanging on by a thread.
I stand on my tiptoes and smile into his eyes. “Shut up and kiss me.” I have never wanted anything so much in my entire life.
His mouth comes down on mine, slow and careful at first. I gasp, and he takes full advantage, tilting my chin up and deepening the kiss until I’m drowning.
His tongue sweeps into my mouth, teasing, claiming, and my knees just give up entirely.
He picks me up, no effort at all, like I’m made of feathers, and walks straight down the hallway to his bedroom.
He sets me on my feet next to his bed and runs his thumb along my jaw, tilting my face up. “You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he murmurs against my lips. Then he kisses me again, all heat and hunger and raw need.
His hands move down, gripping my ass, and he pulls me closer until there’s nothing between us but the friction of our bodies and the insane need that’s been building all night. He breaks the kiss, panting, and buries his face in my neck.
“Jesus, Poppy,” he groans, and the sound of his voice saying my name almost sends me over the edge.
Electricity flows down my spine as he drags me closer, and his hard cock presses hard against my stomach.
My breath hitches. He’s so close, I can feel his heart beating against mine, both of us wound so tight we’re about to combust.
He leans his forehead against mine, eyes dark and blown. “I want you,” he says, barely above a whisper. “I’ve never wanted anything so bad.”
He sets me on the edge of the bed and drags my legs apart. When he kneels between my legs, I thread my hands into his hair and tug his mouth back to mine. He groans again, deeper, and his hips rock against me, slow and deliberate.
His hands slip under the hem of my dress, finding bare skin, and I shiver. My hands are not idle either—undoing the buttons of his shirt, running over the hard lines of his chest. He feels like marble under my palms, warm and alive and real.
He kisses down my jaw, my neck, the hollow between my breasts.
He lifts the dress over my head and tosses it somewhere, not caring where it lands.
I’m shaking, but not from nerves. From the heat building between us, the friction of skin and breath and want.
Oh my God. I’m about to short-circuit. My heart is actually doing somersaults as Jack’s hands map every inch of my body.
I feel like a live wire, all amped up and trembling under his touch.
He’s kneeling between my thighs, and the look in his eyes is so intense I nearly combust on the spot.
He leans up and drags the tip of his nose along my jaw. “Fuck, kitten,” he growls, and the sound goes straight to my core. “You’re even better than I dreamed.”
He runs his hands up the outside of my thighs, slow and greedy, and I forget how breathing works. My favorite black bra barely covers my boobs, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He palms them, big hands gentle but insistent, his thumbs circling my nipples through the lace until they ache.
I gasp, “Oh my God.” The words barely make it out. My back arches off the edge of his bed. Jack’s hands are huge, warm, greedy. He rolls the lace aside and my boobs spill out, jiggling with every frantic breath I take. He stares for a second, eyes so dark I think he might eat me alive.
He pinches my nipple and rubs his thumb over the tip in slow circles that send zings of pure electricity shooting straight to my girly parts. He ducks his head, teeth grazing my skin, and then his mouth closes around my nipple and sucks hard.
Oh, holy crap.
I gasp so loud I’m pretty sure people three floors down just heard me. My thighs clamp around his waist, but Jack just groans and sucks harder. His mouth is hot and greedy and absolutely ruthless. He isn’t gentle at all. He’s obsessed and I freaking love it.
He licks, then sucks, then flicks the tip of my nipple with his tongue until I see literal stars behind my eyelids.
My brain completely stops functioning. I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but moan as he switches to the other breast, giving it the same attention.
His hands cradle my back, big and supportive, and then one sneaks lower to squeeze my butt. Oh my God.
He breaks away just long enough to peel my panties off, slow and deliberate, like he’s unwrapping a present. He stares at me for a second, taking in every inch of bare skin. The way his eyes drag over me makes me feel like the sexiest woman on the planet.
His hands stroke up my thighs, spreading me wide open. My breath hitches as I clutch at his shoulders.
Jack lowers his head and nuzzles the inside of my thigh. He kisses a line up, slow and steady. Each press of his lips sends a jolt right to my core. I almost black out from the pleasure.
His tongue flicks at the crease of my thigh, and I swear my whole body seizes. Jack looks up at me with this fierce, hungry stare, like he’s about to demolish a five-course meal and I’m the dessert course.
He grins against my skin, and holy hell, I think I might faint. “You smell so good,” he groans, and then he buries his face between my legs. His tongue licks a slow, teasing stripe up my center, then circles my clit so softly I actually whimper.
Oh, man. I am in so much trouble.
He grabs my hips and holds me in place like there’s nowhere else in the universe he wants to be. His tongue flicks, then flattens, then he sucks my clit so hard my brain turns to mush.
My hips come off the bed, and I almost knee Jack in the face, but he just groans and pins me down harder. He’s relentless. He’s obsessed. His mouth is savage, his tongue doing an insane swirl thing that causes me to lose my mind.
I can’t stop the noises coming out of my mouth as my hands twist in his hair, trying to pull him up or push him away or just hang on for dear life, but Jack isn’t moving. He slides a thick finger deep into my core, and the breath seizes in my throat.
He presses another thick finger deep and scissors them open, stretching me in a way that makes my eyes roll back in my head. Holy crap. This is intense. He pumps them in and out, and every single nerve ending in my body lights up.
“Jack,” I gasp, clutching at his hair for dear life.
He grins up at me, dark eyes wild and hungry, then curls his fingers and hits that spot inside that sends a bolt of pleasure straight through my soul.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper, all dignity gone, hips rocking helplessly.
He sucks my clit hard and grinds his fingers deeper.
“Please,” I gasp, but he just doubles down on his efforts until I come so hard I see stars. Literal stars.
I’m still shaking from the best orgasm of my life and trying to remember my own name, when Jack hops up and strips so fast, I lose my breath for a second. He shrugs out of his shirt in one move, then yanks his pants and boxers down in another one.
Holy. Shit.
My jaw drops. He’s… I mean, I figured he’d look good naked, but this is next-level.
Every muscle flexes under his skin as he moves.
His shoulders are massive, chest broad and dusted with dark hair, and his cock is so big it actually makes me whimper.
He’s hard, thick, and leaking at the tip, and my body clenches just looking at him.
Jack stalks toward me, and I swear I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life. I want him so bad it hurts.
My entire body is on fire, every cell screaming for more. Jack stalks toward me, dark eyes locked on mine, and I forget how to breathe.
I brace myself on my elbows as Jack closes the distance with his fists clenched at his sides like he’s seconds from losing control. He pauses, looming over me, and his massive body blocks out the dim hall light.
Oh my God. He’s so fucking hot.
He puts one knee on the bed and the whole mattress dips. His hands come down on either side of my thighs, caging me in.
“Last chance to change your mind, kitten,” he growls, voice all gravel and thunder, and I can’t even think.
I can’t even breathe.
My brain short-circuits and reboots over and over while Jack’s giant body cages me in. His hard cock bobs against my thigh, and I just stare at it, because how does all of that even fit?
Oh, man. I’m in so much trouble.
He leans down until his lips are barely an inch from mine. The look in his eyes is pure, raw hunger. There’s nothing polite or patient left in him. It’s all alpha predator, and every cell in my body is begging him to just wreck me.
“Change my mind?” I choke out a laugh, except it’s more of a whimper. “Not a chance.”
His lips curl into this slow, cocky grin that’s one hundred percent panty-melting.
“Good,” he rumbles. He lines himself up, the thick head of his cock nudging right at my entrance, and holy.
freaking. shit. There’s no gentle easing in, no slow tease.
Jack just presses forward with one deep, relentless thrust. My body goes taut.
I gasp so loud it bounces off the walls.
He’s huge. Like, how-is-this-even-possible huge.
Stretching me wide, filling me up so deep I can feel him in my throat.
I forget how to breathe. My hands scramble to hold on to his biceps, digging in as he bottoms out.
The burn is insane, but it’s the best kind of pain.
He doesn’t move at first, just cages me in with his arms and stares down at me, all dark heat and pure obsession.
My brain is goo. I can’t think, can’t speak, can’t do anything except moan his name as he starts to move. Jack’s hips roll, hard and deep, and I just about lose my mind.
He sets a brutal pace, pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back in so deep I see fireworks erupting behind my eyelids. My nails dig into his biceps, holding on for dear life like I’m on a rollercoaster that only goes up.
Jack’s breath is hot in my ear. “You feel so fucking good, kitten,” he groans. His abs flex and his cock rams deep inside me, and I lose any ability to form words.
I just… whimper. And moan. And possibly scream a little.
He buries his face in my neck and just pounds into me, relentless.
Every stroke gets me closer to that edge.
I can’t think. Can’t breathe. All I can do is whimper as he slams into me, each thrust harder than the last. My head spins.
My back arches off the mattress. He pins my wrists above my head with one giant hand, all alpha dominance, which only makes heat coil tighter in my core.
Suddenly, my body just… detonates. It’s not even a normal orgasm. I come so hard that my vision goes white. I can’t breathe. My brain shuts off and all I can do is dig my nails into Jack’s muscular back while he thrusts even deeper.
He groans my name, slamming into me three, four more times, each one more frantic than the last.
Then he loses it. His whole body locks up, and he comes so deep inside me I swear I can feel every pulse and spasm.
Jack collapses on top of me, burying his face in my neck. We’re both gasping for air like we just ran a marathon. He finally rolls us over, keeping me wrapped tight in his arms.
Neither of us says a word. My eyelids flutter closed, everything melted and soft and sweet.
I snuggle deeper into Jack’s chest, his heartbeat still thumping against my cheek.
I’m floating, barely aware of anything except the way his arms stay anchored around me, like he’s afraid I might vanish if he lets go.
His lips brush my temple. “Poppy?”
“Uh-huh?” It’s all my blown mind can come up with.
He pulls me closer, like that’s even possible. His voice is so low and rough. “The first moment we met, I realized you’d committed a crime.” That wakes me the heck up and I glance up, confused. “You stole my goddamn heart.”
Oh my God. I'm seriously going to swoon. My heart flutters like a trapped butterfly against my ribs.
I bury my face in his chest, inhaling his warm scent of cedar and clean sweat, and whisper against his heated skin, "You stole mine, too."
"These crimes calls for life sentences, so I guess we'll have to serve them out together." His lips curl into that devastating smirk that makes my insides melt as he drags me closer, his calloused fingers splaying possessively across the small of my back.
"Sounds like a plan to me," I murmur, my eyelashes fluttering against his collarbone.